Ol’ Vinnie always brings a frisson of gravitas to his work. The raven, whose name I misplace, was unfortunately a joker who enjoyed penguin jokes.
The Raven (1963) is a rather limp use of the famous Poe poem, and an excuse for V Price and P Lorre to work with B Karloff in a story of magic, betrayal, magnificent sets, a bit of convolution, and broken hearts that made us laugh more than bite our lips. It’s not not really funny, nor really dramatic, only High Camp.
Avoid, unless you’re a completist for any of the above, or J Nicholson or H Court.
