Movies
Calling Philo Vance (1940) D: William Clemens. S: James Stephenson, Margot Stevenson, Henry O’Neill, Edward Brophy, Ralph Forbes. Stephenson takes over as PHILO (his only appearance, however; he died a year after this entry), now working for the State Department and trying to root out traitors and saboteurs. The espionage angle’s just set dressing around the S.S. Van Dine adaptation, but adequate for most of the picture. Brophy’s fun, Stephenson’s likable (and has a cute dog).
Captive Wild Woman (1943) D: Edward Dmytryk. S: John Carradine, Evelyn Ankers, Milburn Stone, Paul Fix, Harry Holman. Mad scientist Carradine (who’s somehow excellent in this otherwise atrocious picture) turns a circus ape into a girl (played by Acquanetta, who gets no lines). Most of the hour is spent watching circus performers abuse animals, but there’s time for pervasive misogyny, mild racism, and American-made eugenics. Stone’s terrible as the male lead. The dregs of Universal horror.
The Corpse Vanishes (1942) D: Wallace Fox. S: Bela Lugosi, Luana Walters, Tristram Coffin, Angelo Rossitto, Joan Barclay. Dirt-cheap Monogram quickie about mad scientist Lugosi killing and bodysnatching brides at the altar because their blood makes his evil wife, Russell, young again. Walters is the reporter who figures out something’s off. Vaguely interesting because of the (bad) on-location shooting. Almost all the acting is bad, but the script’s atrocious. And misogynistic, ableist, and so on.
Cry of the Werewolf (1944) D: Henry Levin. S: Nina Foch, Stephen Crane, Osa Massen, Blanche Yurka, Barton MacLane. Meandering (at an hour), cheap WEREWOLF picture subs a dog for the lycanthrope and pads with xenophobia. Foch is an evil Transylvanian–but the undesirable kind (à la Romani)–werewolf princess. Crane’s a dip who gets in her way. His gal, Massen, is the good kind of Transylvanian. At least MacLane’s fun as the cop and the photography’s okay.
Dead & Buried (1981) D: Gary Sherman. S: James Farentino, Melody Anderson, Jack Albertson, Robert Englund, Barry Corbin. Small-town sheriff Farentino doesn’t know all his neighbors are brutally murdering tourists, but he’ll slowly figure it out. Albertson’s good as the local mortician who helps. Anderson is Farentino’s schoolteacher wife, who’s maybe a suspect. Lots of grisly gore courtesy Stan Winston; it’s poorly directed and severely underwritten (not by credited co-writer Dan O’Bannon, who disowned it).
Dr. Cyclops (1940) D: Ernest B. Schoedsack. S: Albert Dekker, Thomas Coley, Janice Logan, Paul Fix, Frank Reicher. Esteemed (and secretly evil) scientist Dekker brings fellow scientists Halton, Logan, and Coley to help him in his jungle laboratory. He quickly discharges them, and instead of taking the money and going, they investigate his research, which is shrinking people. Boring, bad writing, directing, and acting (save Dekker). Technically competent–okay composite effects, fine Technicolor, albeit lousy miniature proportions.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920) D: John S. Robertson. S: John Barrymore, Brandon Hurst, Martha Mansfield, Charles Lane, Nita Naldi. At the urging of future father-in-law Hurst to loose his wild side, good guy doctor Barrymore creates a potion to turn himself into a “bad” version. The bad version initially just drinks and carouses (despite physical repulsiveness, the ladies can’t resist the fecund masculinity), then escalates to murder. Unsettling, disturbing; great Barrymore performances, excellent makeup, strong narrative.
Find the Blackmailer (1943) D: D. Ross Lederman. S: Jerome Cowan, Faye Emerson, Gene Lockhart, Bradley Page, Marjorie Hoshelle. Cowan’s great as a bargain basement gumshoe who gets his first big case from mayoral candidates Lockhart. Unfortunately, there’s not much else going on with the picture, which stays busy to distract from lack of a story. And budget. Emerson’s wasted as the femme fatale, Hoshelle’s wasted as the Girl Friday. Maybe if the finale paid off at all.
Lifeforce (1985) International version D: Tobe Hooper. S: Steve Railsback, Peter Firth, Frank Finlay, Patrick Stewart, Mathilda May. Profoundly bad sci-fi horror picture about space vampires invading Earth, led by a buck-naked May. Most of it needs to be seen to be believed, but should never be seen. Awful yet somehow admirable performance from Railsback as May’s Mina. Awful and unadmirable performance from Firth as Harker. Good optical effects and animatronics. Terrible sets. So weird.
Peeping Tom (1960) D: Michael Powell. S: Karlheinz Böhm, Moira Shearer, Anna Massey, Miles Malleson, Esmond Knight. Shy Böhm spends his days working at a movie studio and his nights killing women and filming it. Just as he starts this grand project, he meets Massey, a sympathetic young woman whom he doesn’t want to murder. Creepy, disturbing, and tense character study. Beautiful cinematography, superior direction, and outstanding performances. Powell, Böhm, and Massey turn in complex work.
The Walking Dead (1936) D: Michael Curtiz. S: Boris Karloff, Ricardo Cortez, Edmund Gwenn, Crauford Kent, Paul Panzer. Moody mashup of horror and gangster picture has stooge Karloff executed for a crime he didn’t commit at the behest of his crooked lawyer, Cortez. Eccentric (not mad) scientist Gwenn resurrects him. Karloff wants revenge; Gwenn wants to know about the afterlife; assistants Hull and Churchill want to get married. Nowhere near enough runtime, but an interesting, engaging effort.