like being hit in the face with psychedelic monk puke
Love how there's always the slightest touch of psychedelia in all of the Roger Corman Poe adaptations I've seen. That same counter cultural vibe fits with the narrative too, something about trying to escape the sins of previous generations but just getting sucked back into an even more perverse zombie reenactment.
Also Vincent Price doing his oh-so-tortured aristocrat thing is a whacked-out delight, and when he finally dons a robe and starts jumping up and down on the pendulum chain -- hoo boy. That's the stuff.