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The Tingler (1959). The Tingler was top-shelf B horror fun, no doubt about it. This wonderful flick reminds us just how much fun horror movies should (and could) be today; movie makers take note. I love how director William Castle would have the movie theaters rigged in order to physically scare its audience. No doubt such a gimmick today would find its way into the endless caverns of litigation. The Tingler's set of characters was perfect. Vincent Price dominates as always in his role of delicate moral ambiguity. The rest of the cast sets the stage for the fun that is to follow, a splendid array of good, evil, and equivocation. The story itself, based on the fascination of fear, moves from scene to scene with ease. Vincent Price's bout with lysergic acid was especially remarkable. The special effects were laughable, but in an adorable fashion. In the end, this cheesy schlock-fest will have achieved its nefarious designs through the sheer puissance of unfiltered entertainment.
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