Island of Lost Souls (12/1/32)

Island of Lost Souls (12/1/32) Wrong time, wrong island. Moreau plays Mengele on a bunch of unsuspecting animals, setting himself up as the deity to his beastmen, fire and bloodly climax assured. Experimenting on live unsedated animals was a thing back in the day, and people were outraged at the idea, it’s still a thing today, but fewer people are outraged. Kicking off the British Villain archetype, Laughton pluses it with some satantic facial hair and a stragetically placed pistol. His mad scientist is gleeful at the idea of stretching his animal to man transmogrification hobby to into beastiality territory. In the book it is the screams of suffering animals that drives our hero from the house into the jungle, in the film, it is screams of a suffering manbeast. The 1st of the many moments you can literally hear censors all over the world sharpening their scissors. Paramounts horror films at the time are more sexy and violent than others, instead of hinting at mating human to monster, here they are openly discussing it and planning for it. I am trying to image a 22 minute version with everything outrageous removed.

Westmore’s makeup effects were groundbreaking and much talked about at the time. That and the Panther woman contest added to the the prerelease hype, luring viewers in like the sideshow canvases daring you to come and see the freakshow. The other effects in the film are so subtle in comparison they are practically seamless: as in the rear screen projection of Arlen and Laughton disembarking the schooner in the background to reenter the cave set in the foreground to conclude the scene. Struss’s Cinematography is incomperable, but Dreier’s Art Direction that tickles me the most. Set dressing Moreau’s House of Pain, so that we have trees and vegetation inside the living quarters, eliminating the demarkation between what is civilization and what is jungle. Cutting heavily between set dressed outdoor locations, and soundstages, you feel as trapped as the island denisens.

There was no hiding Bela beneath all that fur, which is strangely lacking from his hands. Most beastmen seem to be reverting from the extremities inward, so that may have been a omission, or perhaps a full fur face get up is quicker to strip off than a more elaborate effect. Kelton was a servicable director, this seems to be his highwater mark, before he comes to Universal for a couple of the Frankenstein sequels. Here he makes some very clever choices, as with Lota’s reveal, when Moreau first speaks to Lota, we never actually SEE her, until she is presented to Parker.

For a while there was a spate of shipwrecked island movies. I suppose that trope had to run its course prewar while there were still undiscovered island and tinpot mad scientists wanting to build a better race on them. The film leaves me wondering about Moreau’s funding…who is PAYING for all this? is there some sort of export product that he was using his workforce to harvest? I think they could do great business spinning yarn.

Mask of Fu Manchu (11/5/32)

Mask of Fu Manchu (11/5/32) or madness takes its toll. There is much to roll your eyes at in this one. NOTE: I have a visceral reaction to actors being made up as other races. Saying Lugosi is Egyptian is one thing, adding a few pounds of makeup to Karloff is another. Nearly all non-white actors are relegated to set dressing or muscle and the only Asian with a speaking role is a stereotypical waiter in the last reel. If this film wasn’t such a train wreck on the racial front, it would be a point worth making, but to get to the good stuff in this film you really do have to swallow a lot of codswallop.

MGM was not to be left on the sideline in this horror movie money grab, adding their typical “if some is good, way too much is better” flair. At minute five a bunch of fellas in zip-up mummy suits kidnap Fu’s first victim and then we are off to the races, he gets tortured over the next five minutes, intercut with a visually familiar tomb excavation. Karloff and Loy swan around in some exceedingly nice dresses, spewing single entendres at everything, and the art director has a field day or perhaps a nervous breakdown. At the midpoint we have another torture scene, followed by some secret passages and snakes…a lot of snakes…and some tarantulas and alligators to make a change. In the last reel we have torture device overkill, do they get these things out of a catalog? Watch for Ken Strickfaden doubling for Karloff when Fu takes Ghengis Khan’s sword on a test drive through one of his Tesla coils..and the death ray makes another appearance. What the hell is up with everyone’s finger nails? what is up with all the men in diapers? what’s with the anything and everything? why am I asking you? It’s a fantasy nightmare suitable to entertain the inner deviant in us all.

It’s a good looking film, and it has been looted and pillaged over the years, with bits of itself showing up in much less offensive films. I don’t watch it often, or ever, I think it would be much improved by the addition of Tom Servo and Crow in the foreground.

Old Dark House (10/20/1932)

Old Dark House (10/20/1932) A high water mark for a genre already entrenched in literature and film. Whale slathers his own special sauce all over what was already a dark psychological chamber piece. The black humor was much too high brow for an American audience who were expecting cheap thrills. Marketing Karloff as the monster of the piece was quite a bait and switch, I understand the audiences disappointment. It is basically a tower of dark chocolate petit fours. The real monster of the piece is the torrential storm, violently combining five unsuspecting strangers together with five certifiable nutjobs. Karloff wins the prize for WORST BUTLER IN CINEMA HISTORY, he’s Rebecca Femm’s weapon of choice to keep the men in her family in line. Introduced as the owner of the house, it makes you wonder why her brothers were excluded, but then we meet the brothers and we KNOW why. If they weren’t imprisonoed in that house with her as their jailer, they’d be in prison.

Rebecca’s NO BEDS fixation, can be taken a couple of ways, in her religious zealotry she may not want anyone having sex under her roof, or the most likely, she just doesn’t want to do any more laundry. The set certainly may look more like a hotel than a house but we don’t want anyone disappearing upstairs into the bedrooms, we want the action captured where we can see it. Stuart can’t even find respite when changing her clothes, the bedroom contains a horror story and a bunch of fun house mirrors. I am still not sure why she opens the window, but it does seem to blow her out of the room down a corridor lifted straight from Paul Leni. At this point it is the case of the disappearing camisole and the magically appearing earrings, but that’s insignificant. Whale wanted her to appear as a flame for Karloff to chase around and the transformation accomplishes that, as well as give us something pretty to look at.

The plot is merely to make it to morning sane and alive. Giving us a very deliberate satire of the dinner/house party, which was what people DID before television replaced the roaring fire. The utterly Whalesian dinner scene is a masterpiece, each bit of business is contrived for a reason. Rebecca cutting bread and then skewering it to send it round the table, only for it to find its way back to her, she’s the master here. She relishes her pickled onions from the relish dish, imply that she IS the pickled onion at the table. Thesinger weaponizes “Have a Potato” though avoiding them himself.

At midnight, we join the after dinner conversation, just AFTER the dinner party game of ‘TRUTH’ has commenced or concluded–perhaps making all that follows “the DARE”? The rest of the film and book are a sequence of unfolding secrets, upping the stakes once we start bringing the family secrets down from the upper floors. A drunken troll of a butler upending the remains of dinner, chasing a blonde flame which he will snuff out if he catches. It takes all three guests to wrestle the bad butler into the servants hall, when the real danger-boy is sliding down the banister. Pyromaniac Saul (read SOL – hint hint nudge nudge) gives Melvyn Douglas whiplash with his personality change, challenging him to another parlor game of placate the knife wielding looney. Yes that’s why Perkins didn’t clear up the Roast Beef ensemble on the floor. Seriously that was SO English, any self respecting American housewife would have had that mess picked up before they locked themselves in the closet. Rebecca knew what was coming, Horace knew what was coming, they both locked themselves in their bedrooms. Perhaps they didn’t figure Saul was gonna burn the place down this time. But from what the bearded lady upstairs has foretold, they deserved it.

I could go on picking pieces off this dish and holding them up to the light, but reams and reams have been written about this film…and will continue to be. I have lost track of the number of times I have seen it. I’m not even sure how many times I have seen it today. It follows Priestly’s book pretty closely, but in another director’s hands it would have been a lackluster film. This is the film that makes us take a closer look at ALL Whale’s other films.

Chandu the Magician (9/18/1932)

Chandu the Magician (9/18/1932) The first time I saw this picture I really didn’t appreciate it. A special effects buffet served up by William Cameron Menzies, he utilizes EVERY trick in the book: miniatures, dry for wet, optical tricks, double exposures, rear screen projection, glass paintings, practical stunts, Tesla coils!….everything but the kitchen sink. For a busy little film, it succeeds nicely due to the simple plot. Bela’s Bond villain wants to use Chandu’s brother in law’s death ray to take over the world and Chandu uses his magic tricks to stop him. The electromagnetic weapon’s were all over the news in the 20s & 30s, everyone claimed to be in the verge of creating them, so Roxor’s plan wouldn’t have seemed all that crazy in 1932. What is unbelievable is that Chandu could have learned all that magic in three years, but then Stephen Strange did it in less time, but who am I to judge?

Try as a I might I can’t find anything to roll my eyes at, not even the comic relief. None of the characters are written badly, you can’t scream at the screen and say ‘don’t open that door’ ‘don’t go down that corridor!’ Chandu is basically a super hero, he has powers beyond those of mortal men, but he could have used a much better tailor. The turban I can get past but the quasi military riding outfit including cape seems a good way to get heat stroke in the desert. Bela’s supposed to be Egyptian…why not? he’s actually quite debonaire in this one, no crazy eyebrows, not even the brylcremed hair and he gets to chew a little scenery, especially at the climax. Irene Ware’s Princess is nicely written, she doesn’t seem to be waiting around for Chandu show up, more than willing to grab a gun and some jodphurs and follow him into to secret caves into the villains lair.

I am glad I pulled this out. I had forgotten about the nearly pornographic slave auction of Chandu’s niece, I had forgotten about the practical effects where the floors open up in the prisoner cells to dump them down into the river below. I had forgotten about the astral projection and remote viewing effects which come in very handy when breaking in and out of secret lairs. I had forgotten about the Egyptian statue guards that come to life and chase comic relief Miggles through the cobwebby temple. I had forgotten that I liked it very much.

The Most Dangerous Game (9/16/32)

The Most Dangerous Game (9/16/32) What is now considered Cooper and Schoedsacks test reel for their later epic, was always meant to be an epic of its own. I think reducing the budget helped make it a better movie, cutting away anything extraneous leaving us with the best version. There is nothing subtle about this thriller, everything is telegraphed like a freight train whistle, which is not a bad thing for our tight little island tale of terror and sadism. Banks gives us another villain in fancy dress with impecable manners, yet bug house crazy. The horror elements are limited to his trophy room and Zaroff’s decorating sense.

Banks’ white Russian expat libertine madman, stroking his TBI like Bloefeld’s cat, gives us a good idea why the Reds decided to give them the boot. Fay is well…Fay….blonde or brunette, there is no other woman you can drag through a jungle day and night and still look magazine cover fresh. Joel would stay swoon worthy until well into the 1950s, I would take him over that block of wood Bruce Cabot anyday. But my favorite in your face injoke, is seeing the great Noble Johnson in white face. And I think Cooper’s anti temperance stance did Robert Armstrong’s character no favors, that fella that drunk on that island would have been short lived.

For those who have no tolerance for drawing room anti-comedy and coded threats, you can nip up to minute 39 when McRae/Wray start running through RKO’s Stage 12 test driving Kong’s swamp, cave, and fallen tree over the ravine. Gloriously elaborated with matte paintings, rear screen projection, picture in a picture, employing all of the cutting edge illusions. These magnificent jungle sets seem so lifeless without all the birds and creatures, perhaps Zaroff has already killed off everything. Cept for Harold LLoyds dogs which are fascinating to watch…yes they are 1930s Great Danes, all kinds of scary and muscular. Danes these days look like skinny ponies in comparison.

The movie has it’s own thing going on, but most people are brought to it because of the Kong associations. I always try to watch it paired with Kong and keep checking youtube for an edit mashup of the two films. Zaroff meet Kong.. ..then Kong would rag-doll the hell out of him like Hulk v. Loki. Ha

Dr. X (8/27/32)

Dr. X (8/27/32) Wanting a bite of the Dracula/Frankenstein apple, Warner tries to out Universal Universal. Serving up an inherently B list picture with A list trimmings, Michael Curtiz’s direction, Anton Grot’s set designed, and Max Factor’s makeup (yes, he was a real guy like Jack Pierce) and cutting edge two strip technicolor, they do manage to polish it up a bit, but it’s still a trashy horror film underneath. Very few people do pseudoscience gibberish like Lionel Atwill; surround him with lots of scary looking fake science equipment and a creepy butler who has probably killed a few people and top it off with Fay Wray, and you really can’t go wrong.

Warner takes the horror film out of the 19th century European foothills and brings it home to New York where it belongs. It resembles their specialty, the crime drama with corpses, cops and a crime reporter, it even sounds like one, I can hear Ben Hecht’s script patter whenever it shows up…until half way through when the action withdraws to the strangest damn house on Long Island: Part mad science laboratory, part funhouse, part gothic castle, part bondage room, comes completely furnished along with crazy cannibal lab assistant and screaming mimi maid. I confess a fondness for two strip technicolor, it just tries so earnestly to be modern, and it just manages to look like a vintage handcolored post card.

Another way I know when Ben Hecht has had his hands on a script is when the reporter IS the hero and gets the girl. In later years the reporter becomes the comic relief and a dull as dishwater leading man is brought in to wrestle the villain in the last reel. But the reporter character will still get all the best lines.

White Zombie (8/4/32)

White Zombie (8/4/32) There is much to like in White Zombie, but you have to wade through the other dreck to get to it. I haven’t seen the restored version but I would like to. I really like the way they reuse Universal’s redressed sets and props, I hardly find myself pointing at something in recognition. I WOULD like to SEE more of the sugar mill set which I still can’t place. Much of the acting is poverty row level, but it’s a zombie movie fer crying out loud, great acting has never been part of that criteria. For a movie set in Haiti, many of the Zombies in the film are white. It really only has one African American speaking role, Clarence Muse’s coach driver, who issues the obligatory unheeded warnings.

Bela is pretty good, though he gets upstaged by own eyebrows, without them the film doesn’t work at all. His witchdoctor/voodoo guy combines magical hand motions and intensive stares, with plain old chemically induced mind control. Managing a captive and compliant work force by using intoxicants has been done for thousands of years, and zombifying a woman into giving a flawless concert on the piano seems a rather arrogant exercise in comparison, but every man needs a hobby.

The real stars of White Zombie, besides Jack Pierce’s hair & makeup on Bela, are Conrad Tritschler’s matte paintings, they really do class up the joint. Giving this tiny shot after dark film a much larger scale than it deserves. The vulture, sometimes mechanical, sometimes played a hawk, is a nice touch, you need something to do the screaming when you don’t have a Fay Wray. And I really like a self cleaning zombie picture, where all the bad guys, zombies and non-zombie alike are washed away into the sea. One can only hope that all the native zombie worker bees are released from mind control with the death of their master.

As a horror film, its small band of assorted zombie men are pretty scary, especially if you want to get rid of a troublesome butler or boyfriend. Especially the one that looks like he wandered in from a Bergman picture. And as zombies go, these are are probably the scariest yet most pliable ones on film, until of course Francois Edmonds. If I saw this in a dark cinema they would probably have given me nightmares, well, if not them, then those eyebrows

Murders in the Rue Morgue (2/21/1932)

Murders in the Rue Morgue (2/21/1932) Lugosi & Florey’s consolation prize for not being chosen for Team Frankenstein and it may contain one of Bela’s best performances…I think it’s better than his Dracula. Beyond the expressionistic set design, great scenery chewing and Grand Guignol voyerism….at it’s heart, it is torture porn with a beastiality chaser or just another madman using hokum science as an excuse to torture young women to death. I am sensing a theme here. Seriously the CSI voodoo science makes absolutely no sense, so don’t dwell on it. If you are working in a sideshow, I seriously doubt you have a medical degree…just saying.

The structure is unusual, we are given the movie’s horror scene pretty quickly instead of building up to it. And considering the outrage that we just witnessed, putting the mother’s violent murder and the abduction behind closed doors seems backwards. There is also some sort of coded commentary on the perfect blood of the sweet young thing versus the unclean blood of the streetwalker. It’s never quite clear why Erik the ape strangles his owner, perhaps he didn’t want her transformed her into ape, he wanted to whisk her off and mate with her just as she was. Oh ain’t that sweet?
The plot maybe nonsense but there is no arguing the film is beautiful, the expressionist set design makes one want to freeze frame just to look at it. Even the costumes and hair are way over the top for a Universal Horror movie. This one never makes you think it is set in Universal’s quasi-bavarian monsterland. I just wish they had put all this effort into a better story.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (12/31/1931)

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (12/31/1931) After seeing Design for Living, I developed a mad passion for Fred March and hunted up a LOT of his films. He was always terrific and deserved all his accolades. This was the youngest and prettiest I had ever seen him. The ridiculously good hypocrite Henry Jekyll who makes the lame walk and farts sunbeams -seriously his ‘love sceen’ in reel one is so saccharine I wanted to vomit, is really just another scientist who uses his obsession to indulge his inner desire to be naughty, lucky for us this is precode gives us the delicious tumble Miriam Hopkins for him to be naughty with. He just needs to brew up an excuse to absolve him of all the sins he wants to commit. Stevenson may have wanted to explore the duality of man, and expose some Victorian hypocrisies, but personally I have always considered it an allegorical story that most people who live with a substance abuser know all too well, you never know who is gonna come through the door.

Mamoulian likes his toys, we have lots of lovely camera work and transformations to admire. Personlly I think Westmore’s makeup is pushed too far into neanderthal territory, cause unless Hyde is wearing a suit made of money, I can’t imagine him being taken seriously as a rich guy wen he looks like a sideshow act who rolled a rich guy for his clothes. (BTW In the movies, anytime you meet a fella in a top hat and cape RUN for your life.) It is a reverse Beauty and the Beast, where the more he is indulged the worse of an abomination he becomes; literally saying “forgive me my dear, I hurt you because I love you.” Miriam may be a cheap trollop, but doesn’t deserve this, cause everyone knows he’s GOING TO KILL HER, even she knows it. He could easily be saying “don’t make me angry, you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry”

Personally I think the film is 20 minutes too long. In Universals hands this film would have been a tight 90 minutes and Miriam’s death would have been closer to the end, making it his ultimate act of debauchery. Cutting out some of Fred’s self mortification and at least one of the transformations probably wouldn’t have affected much, and snipping a lot of the ‘what’s to be done with Henry?’ moments would have improved it greatly. The last reel of the film is straight out of the Universal playbook, coppers chasing around a homicidal villain in formal wear before he comes to a sticky end. Whenever I watch it, I just watch the transformations and Miriam Hopkins…but that’s cause I don’t need an excuse to be naughty.

Frankenstein (11/21/31)

Frankenstein (11/21/31) If some is good, more is better. This picture is pretty lavish for a horror movie. The 30s seems be the only decade where Horror movies were given the same consideration as A pictures, I don’t think we see that again until the 70s. It is easy to fall into the trap of watching Frankenstein ’31 and not really SEEING IT, relegating it to comfort food. I haven’t watched it in about a year. There are like SIX other people besides Whale who tinkered with Shelley’s original story. So instead of being a mess of a script, it seems to have been stripped down to bare essentials to make the MOVIE, not film the play or adapt the novel. I find it much less stagey as Dracula.

The first pan at the graveyard has always bothered me, it pans over all the weeping mourners, then the Grim Reaper and it should have continued ending at the faces of our ghouls, Fritz and Henry as the punchline, but it cuts away to a closeup of the two, we lose the elegance of a terrific Whalesian joke. There must have been something wrong with that take and he has to use another. (see the line of skulls at the university pan to Igor in Young Frankenstein) I can see why Whales insisted on this project, the film is just one long blasphemy. When our ghoulish protagonist Henry says ‘we must find another brain’ that’s pretty freaking funny since their life choices have brought them to grave robbing, they are basically doomed by their own hand. Fritz’s hunchback can’t even be called a fiend…he’s a cowardly parasite who would be just as happy robbing drunks in an alley, but we are going to give him something to torture that’s gonna bite him back.

Someone’s commentary on Bride points out the irony of two men trying to make life, that will always color my view of the entire Frankenstein oeuvre. Here’s a guy who wants to make life, and he just keeps putting off his wedding night, where he would have gotten the chance to do JUST THAT. I get the feeling the Doctor is a virgin and this whole story line could have easily been avoided. I had forgotten he had an audience in the tower when he animates The Monster, if you just watch the It’s Alive clip of the lightening storm you don’t see them, his audience is out of frame, they are seated on a raised platform, he is on stage below them putting on life making as performance art (yes, kids there IS a sex joke in there – Henry even gets to make his “O” face after he declares “it’s alive!”)…they are us, BUT they are locked in with this maniac and his monster, so if it all goes sideways they are pretty well toast. The Baron has half a clue…he knows it’s another woman that obsesses his son…he just does’t know the She’s a He.

The next time we see Henry he’s kicking back musing on his achievement, the most relaxed we have seen him, enjoying a post coital cigar. When we get to see Karloff’s patchwork ‘monster’ he seems stiff and placid, it just wants the sun on his face…but.what do Henry and Fritz do? They start pushing him back into the dark, back into the box…many parents wish they could do that with their children…it never works out. In the book, the monster goes off to live alone in the woods observing other people, contemplating existence, building up enmity towards his creator, vowing to confront him and find out why he was made and why he was made wrong…typical teenager stuff. In the movie, the monster kills one of his oppressors in self defense, finally escapes his other oppressors and goes off in search of more sunlight. His bad luck is he finds the ONE KID living next to a lake whose parents didn’t teach her how to swim…now THAT’s on THEM.

Logic tells us that there’s a bunch of script missing between the tower escape his appearance in her bedroom. Two hundred eighty page book to 71 minutes(pages) you are had to make choices…maybe he has a really good sense of smell, maybe the Doctors address is in the phone book.who cares? Henry’s past misdeeds literally threatening his future happiness, with good reason. You need to ramp up to the angry villagers with torches, sadly they are chasing the wrong monster. Unless the Monster is growling down the duct work, I swear he was just hearing the monster in his head when they go tearing around the house in search of him. They really should have dragged Henry off to a padded room. The villagers don’t know that the kindly doctor leading the chase actually MADE the monster they are chasing…..he’s trying to use them to erase his mistake. You really do need to clean up your own mess Henry, unless of course you have created an immortal monster who is REALLY hard to kill. Even immolating an entire windmill can’t do it…they should have used a chainsaw.

Seriously I would have liked it better if Henry had been killed by his monster, I am sure Whale would have liked it better too. From the moment he starts digging up bodies he dug his own grave, I find the ending very dissatisfying. I prefer to think of the Monster plodding away up in the arctic.

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