Despite some silly religious symbolism, it was fun, as usual, to watch the painful expressions of the great Vincent Price. The poor guy sentences this guy to death. After he is dead, whatever was inside him that made him evil, goes into Price's body. From then on, this thing called the Horla becomes the driving force in Price's life. When he gets this cheesy green glow in his eyes, he becomes murderous. Price tries to find peace in his avocation, sculpture, but the cute little model he hires becomes his obsession. She is already married but Vincent has designs on her. But worse than the nasty mother of the girl is his Horla friend who makes the relationship impossible. Besides, she was indeed a fortune hunter. This is one of those fun 1960's horror films that I enjoyed when I was a kid. One shouldn't take it too seriously or analyze it too much. Just enjoy the story.
Review of Diary of a Madman
