Film

Two Evil Eyes

Name: Two Evil Eyes
Genre: Horror
Released: 1990
Cast: Adrienne Barbeau, Harvey Keitel, Ramy Zada, E.G. Marshall, Madeleine Potter

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Two Italian masters of horror—Dario Argento and George A. Romero—each direct a Poe adaptation in this 1990 anthology. Argento's segment is sleek, grotesque obsession; Romero's is grimy, paranoid decay. It's uneven but never boring, best for viewers who want their Poe weird and their horror tactile.

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3.1

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