...with installment #25, my appreciation of the 1959 Vincent Price vehicle The Tingler. And what a great movie it is, notwithstanding the fact that it makes very little sense, which you'll see if you read the column here.
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My assessment of The Tingler begins thus:
"Vaguely effeminate Dr. Warren (you can tell he’s a scientist by his accent, and
besides, he looks—and sounds—a lot like Vincent Price) keeps himself busy
by cutting people up during autopsies, looking for some physical sign of the
fear response felt just before death. Not finding anything, he posits that the
act of screaming must destroy this mysterious critter—which he has nicknamed
“the tingler”—and so he despairs of ever getting his mitts on one. After all,
everybody can scream, right? Soon afterward, he meets a guy named Ollie whose
wife is deaf and dumb—that is, she can’t hear or talk. Or, um, scream.
There's much more, including some nifty stills and a YouTube clip, all of which can be found here.