I can't help but love films like
The Fly*.
By today's standards, horror films of the fifties and sixties have a certain undeniable camp factor to them. Not that hard with all the "Oh Darling"-lines and all. But it would be unfair to claim that that makes them less ejoyable.
Also, Vincent Price is growing on me. His delivery, his voice, his look,... I'm starting to see the charisma and the style that turned him into the icon that he is today.
In comparison to the Cronenberg version, the story is more focused on drama and less on effects and gore. That said, the fly vision with the many faces of Patricia Owens is pretty impressive. And the special effect at the end was well done too. Props to the make up department there.
A last thing that struck me was the fact that the film was set and filmed in Montreal. Wonder if there was a particular reason for that. Early form of tax shelter? Or just practical? Anyway, you don't really notice, apart from the names of the characters and the fact they throw in a few French wordsevery now and then - though you cannot really hear the Quebec accent.