The Raven (1963) was marketed as being based on Edgar Allen Poe’s poem of the same name. The only thing this movie has to do with it is the beginning where Vincent Price reads it, and of course the Raven appearing at the window wanting inside. Oh, yeah, and the name of Dr. Erasmus Craven’s dead wife is Lenore. I think that’s what makes me adore this movie is the fact that they said it to get people to run to the movies to see it, I know it would’ve worked on me.
Young Jack Nicholson is amazing. If I hadn’t seen it recently, I never would’ve put the two together. His role as Rexford Bedlo isn’t Oscar worthy by long shot, but he does flash that demonic grin.
The sets in the movie are some of the best macabre visions ever produced. The strange graphic effects are like the premature birth of CGI, reminding me of the laser beams in Rocky Horror Picture Show. The coffin in the…I don’t even know what room that was…parlor is a crazy good idea for those who don’t mind the scent of decomposition.
Though this had no similarities to Poe’s The Raven, I was entranced with it, and give it 4.5 out 5 Stars.