Tales of the Crypt (1972) opened with a slow pan of a graveyard. The Vault of Horror (1973), a follow-up of sorts directed by Roy Ward Baker, opts for an even more ominous image: the camera pans along the Thames, a river we know to be full of severed heads, and eager to embrace one more floating corpse. But even before the opening credits end, we’re in a modern setting of a skyscraper’s elevator. The cobweb and dust of the crypt are gone. Will this movie deal more with urban dread...?