Community Church Bulletin Board: 'The end has come'
By Julie Denice Griffin
December 1965 ~ Another day to live through. Better get started. Although one man alone finally achieved what he thought a dream, to gain control over a whole world, he knows that truly instead he has lost his own soul. As his life, everything he thought he ever wanted it to be seems like he's lived a million years. Only caring about his own self, he kicks bodies from the pit aside ~ Those who lived off the weak ones, truly those too died eventually.
The comparison of Mr. Price look alikes in the new version of House On Haunted Hill, and willed so many changes in the true destiny of his own film life through the years, even other likely comparitive films of no also comparable vertigo of identity evident and still things like the fear of man and hiding from them who fed off of the lifeblood of others,even crosses on the door and dead bodies alike, who may tell of old theo-illuminati reels, older and yet what difference between adlib film as does the medium simply accoust against a better common sense of acting improv never really ever even seemed to matter to Price at all. His art form both expounded and then went on to leave a lot still, and the bravado of this horror classic to the attic of imaginative archive.
The Last Man On Earth exhibited such as is scenarios as endemic as Carrie's eternal destruction at the end of that film about evil and wicked teenage proms gone heinous and bad, and with a similar motiff of feeding the bad voyeurs or town perpetrators to a more fitting and deserved self evil, the sun as a pit of a fire also ruefully Vincent Price as the last man on earth also drove his 1950's elongated station wagon deeper and deeper to the edge of the abyss of lifeless end still. And while the question of who kept the grocery store fully stocked with food during this 1964 film, aside from present day canteen tour buses who seem brimming with a modicum. Perhaps at times of questionable bounty of plenty ~ The more interesting facts about the basis for the film, such as that the panoramic flesh eater came out of the novel which the semi-recent of course highly famed Will Smith, I Am Legend arose from. Esposizione Universale studios of Rome, Italy took on some of the Richard Matheson written novel by the name of same and the 1968, despite a later remastering of the horror production, American International Pictures produced the final version of the film.
Vincent Price, even as the last man on earth, remained concerned despite a surrounding entourage of a plague, the ever nasty smell of fresh grown garlic, and twilight vampires, about self and more particularly his own self alone. His focus while performing the regular work each man by the sweat of his brow must anyway, did not seem to ever really drive him to consider the other options. Despite the futility of his daily duties, most of his days he indicated seemed futile. The useless and endless quest to kill off one group of crazed zombies, only led him to rise up and commit another more heinous acts of insensibility again. You get up and do it again, amen.
Of course women that suddenly turn into men, a common and easier feat today due to modern technology, people turning into vampires as any star of the Twilight series films likely proves difficult at best, no long or elongated makeup sessions espoused. Vincent therefore, seemed to need no more than just half-dead zombies and vampires to rally against him, for working by day to get it all done by night fails the categories of normal fatigue and weariness. Especially during those nine hours before sunrise, and like a paparazzi on speed watching them on his high velocity video camera. It's always that nine hours before sunrise that gets you.
The relentless friends do not seem to understand that Vincent, the last man on earth wants no childish friendships. Yet still, just like a kid, he walks the path of the endlessly exhausted, and no respective diversion of another kind of nightmare or any other horrific surprise of horrors seems to bring him from out of his deep fog of co-dependent focus. The film makes a lot of interesting analogy which does perfectly address a lot of sci-fiction based fears about the possibilities of the future of the earth. Vincent Price does so well as a solo actor of the survivalist type of corrigible character. A sun-deprived zombie himself, one day he faces the cold, hard facts. "I can't see." And another day he wearies. To start all over again.