Vincent Price secured his rep as the velvety-voiced Prince of Evil in Roger Corman’s Edgar Allan Poe adaptations in the 1960s. Arguably the best was The Masque Of The Red Death, a juicy tale of sadism and Satanism that stars Price as Prince Prospero, a medieval tyrant partying his way through a plague outbreak. Leering and sneering, Price camps it up deliciously. “I’ve already had that dubious pleasure,” he smirks as a desperate nobleman offers the Prince his wife in return for sanctuary, before shooting the man with a crossbow and throwing his wife a dagger, (“Madam, spare yourself”). Shot in lush colours by a young Nicolas Roeg, it’s far from graphic but there’s a depraved edge to the licentious scenes of drunken revellers rolling around on floors and Satanic priestess Hazel Court’s heaving bosom (branded with an inverted crucifix). The Marquis de Sade would approve... of everything except the lack of extras.