Only Sin Deep
"This face is my meal-ticket, honey!" Sylvia Vane
There is a certain sinister perfection in each episode of Tales from the Crypt. Based, as it is, on the ghoulish O. Henry twists and plots predicated on well-deserved cosmic justice, as first presented in the infamous Fifties horror comics published by EC (Tales from the Crypt, Haunt of Fear, Vault of Horror, Shock SuspenStories, etc.), the series takes its comic twists and turns quite seriously—until the ghoulish cackling starts to resonate down the hallway of the black-hearted and black-humored viewer with a paean to morbid wit. Or whatever. (It's my job to sound like I know what I'm doing. Much as in this telefilm that follows, I am all surface. Below, who knows what lurks? It's the point of horror.)
