Written by Mr. Mouseburger 24th Mar 2006
Kindly submitted by Mr Briggs inc.
Dr. Longstreet is the fourth victim on Dr. Phibes agenda: using the ten plagues to exact revenge on those who botched his wife's surgery resulting in her premature death.
Longstreet is quite comfortably watching "classic" pornography on an old-fashioned projector while Phibes’ henchwoman Vulnavia calmly walks into his den. Longstreet, the horny old coot, does not wonder why or how she appeared, but simply stares longingly at her while she ties the unresisting man down.
Phibes then comes into the room silently from behind a curtain and sticks a needle into Longstreet’s arm, which slowly begins draining every drop of his blood into eight separate jars (one jar for each pint). Rather than struggling against this, Longstreet, for some unknown reason, offers no resistance. [I've commented on Phibes' victims' passivity elsewhere, but this death is the best example - the old man just calmly sits there while Vincent Price sticks a tube into his arm! - Old Bluffer]
Hours pass, (accompanied by a trademark violin lament by Vulnavia) and the plague of blood is fulfilled, leaving the dumb, dirty old man a withered husk for his "housekeeper” and the inspectors to find. At this point, Phibes is back in his lair, and he places a Hebrew medallion over a wax effigy of Longstreet, and melts it.
He then vows that he will avenge his wife's death in one of the great B-movie soliloquies: