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DVDanger: 'The Vincent Price Collection'
It was that face and that voice. The high, arched eyebrow over an unnaturally long, handsome face. The mellifluous tones that could turn to low-rumbling steel. Vincent Price was that last of the true masters of fear, the bridge between Karloff and Leatherface, and he could do it all with just a quivering, menacing leer.