The blackest moment in this triptych of terror was when the distributors brutally chopped it to pieces for its U.S. release. Now, like Jason, Black Sabbath is back, restored, and creepier than ever! Translated from the Italian, the title of this trilogy of trepidation would be "The Three Faces of Evil," and that's exactly what we get. These tales tell of corrupted sexuality, the decline of the family, and the gnawing teeth of guilt. Bava's exquisite settings are evident, from the elegant interiors of "The Telephone," to the sumptuous shambles of "The Wurdalak," starring Boris Karloff as an incestuous vampire. But it is "The Drop of Water" that displays a true economy of terror. One by one, the drip drops drive a hapless but greedy nurse to distraction, badgered by the demons in her own mind. This is distillation at its most dire.