Cult camp horror, with Price in fine fettle as a disfigured composer devising murders based on the ten curses of Pharaoh to avenge himself on the doctors who let his wife die on the operating table. Often amusing, occasionally sickening, always impressive for the imaginative
Art Deco sets, it's pretty flatly directed, despite memorable images like the opening shot of Price hunched as manically as the Phantom of the Opera over a Hammond organ in a black plastic cowl. Phibes retreats to a stone sarcophagus beside the embalmed body of his wife. As he drains out his own blood and replaces it with embalming fluid the coffin's inlaid stone lid slides into place, concealing them both in darkness. Trout and the police arrive and discover that
Phibes has mysteriously disappeared. Trout and Vesalius recall that the "final curse" was darkness and they speculate that they will encounter Phibes again.
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