10/03/09: THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. RX (William Nigh, 1942) 

This obscure Universal “B” horror flick is also included in that yet-to-be released Box Set I mentioned in my review of HOUSE OF HORRORS (1946) above and, unfortunately, while I would certainly say that this one is more readily enjoyable, my verdict overall is equally lukewarm. For one thing, much of the film’s entertainment value stems more from the interaction between “master” Patrick Knowles (an insurance salesman moonlighting as a private dick!) and klutzy valet Mantan Moreland (who even devices a convoluted method for remembering his most basic instructions)! Also on hand are Knowles’ girl Anne Gwynne, distinguished lawyer Samuel S. Hinds (whose guilty but off-the-hook clients are meeting sudden death at the hands of the enigmatic titular medico), the bumbling investigating duo of Edmund MacDonald and Shemp Howard (of “The Three Stooges” fame) and even a brief, thankless “red herring” cameo from a mousy(!) Lionel Atwill. As I intimated earlier, the surfeit of comic incident (not to mention the endless, dull chatter in which various parties, including Hinds’ brother Paul Cavanaugh, try to talk Knowles out of taking on the case) – far outweights the film’s horror elements which are puzzlingly relegated to the last five minutes of the 66-minute movie – as if the screenwriter suddenly realized which genre he was supposed to be working in! What happens towards the end, however – with the belated “in costume” appearance of the raspy-voiced doc suddenly hard at work on transplanting the brain of his caged gorilla with that of Knowles?! – comes so utterly out of left field as to seem ridiculously far-fetched and, therefore, unable to redeem this would-be chiller. But, at least, Moreland and, to a lesser extent Howard, are funny…
10/03/09: TOURIST TRAP (David Schmoeller, 1979) 

A friend of mine, who is even more into 1970s cult films than myself, recommended this one to me and in fact gave me the copy of it that I watched. However, I was not as enthusiastic about the result as he – or, for that matter, Michael Elliott – was. The film is a hybrid of HOUSE OF WAX (1953) and THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE (1974): indeed, I would venture to say that it served as the basis of the 2005 remake of the former much more than the ‘original’ did! So, we have a remote and derelict Wax Museum of incredibly lifelike dummies (guess why that is?) with its apparently harmless curator (a hammy Chuck Connors) being ‘invaded’ by the obligatory group of stranded teenagers (among them Tanya Roberts). He also has a mad brother – shades of PSYCHO (1960) incorporated for good measure, down to the self-same twist – who is supposed to be a mechanical genius (showcased in a ‘poltergeist’ which unaccountably accompanies the first murder). The film does benefit from a Pino Donaggio score but, being so derivative and not especially well made to boot, essentially ends up merely a redundant (and fairly muddled) genre effort.
10/03/09: DEATH BED: THE BED THAT EATS (George Barry, 1977) 

I had read online reviews praising this obscure outing as a combination of gory horror, quirky black comedy and borderline arthouse; the film has elements of all three, to be sure, but they are at the service of such a supremely silly premise (the title immediately gives the game away) – and amateurish production to boot – that its long-term neglect due to a lack of proper distribution – basically until Cult Epics picked it up for DVD release a full 30 years after its inception! – was no great loss to cinema or even the genre(s). The bed was apparently created for the purpose of accommodating a demon’s dalliance with a woman; anyway, a dying man who had made use of the four-poster and even painted it ends up trapped in the wall behind the canvas(!) and provides intermittent commentary to the ‘action’. Several people (from teenagers-on-a-fling to gangsters-in-hiding) supply fodder to the perennially-hungry bed; latest on the menu are a trio of girls – one of whom, however, recalls its mistress of long ago and, consequently, the bed seemingly fears her! Seeing various objects – from cigars to pieces of fried chicken – and people getting swallowed up (the belly of the bed is depicted as a vat of honey-colored liquid) makes the film mildly amusing at times (especially when a young man’s hands are reduced to their skeletal formation, which he seems to take rather too easily in his stride!), but also awfully repetitious…so that, at even a brief 77 minutes, the whole pointless exercise feels strained and downright desperate.
10/03/09: SVENGALI (TV) (Anthony Harvey, 1983) 


The significant alterations to the original source i.e. George Du Maurier’s classic Victorian chiller, TRILBY (a novel which I have had the pleasure of reading for myself a few years ago) may perhaps put off some purists from giving this solid film adaptation a fair chance: for starters, the story here is not set in the art milieu of end-of-the-century Paris but in the dog-eat-dog world of the New York pop scene; the main characters are not even called Svengali, Trilby and Billy but have become Anton Bosnyak, Zoe Alexander and Johnny Rainbow; perfectionist taskmaster and rebellious pupil not only match wits word-for-word but genuinely fall in love!; ‘Svengali’ proves to his by-now established protégé that she does not need his influence to succeed!!; the teacher does not die in the end but, in fact, is seen taking on a new pupil under his wings, etc. Consequently, since hypnotism and kidnapping do not form part of the plot here, it cannot even be considered a horror film and, technically, I should not have included it in this ongoing Halloween Challenge…but, of course, I did not know about that before watching the thing! Anyway, that the film succeeds regardless is a testament to the acting talents of Peter O’Toole (nobody does flamboyant eccentrics like this formidable British thespian – whom I have had the privilige of watching live on London’s renowned “The Old Vic” theater in the Summer of 1999 – and, therefore, perfect casting as the Svengali figure), Jodie Foster (at 21, she is totally capable of holding her own ground in her scenes with O’Toole – and she possesses a fine, raspy singing voice to boot), Elizabeth Ashley (a welcome addition to the mix as a former unsuccessful student of O’Toole’s that has instead found her calling as a talent scout) and the music of John Barry (Foster keeps singing the same three songs throughout the picture but, at least, they’re quite decent). It should also be noted that the film reunites both O’Toole and Barry with their own taskmaster on THE LION IN WINTER (1968) i.e. Anthony Harvey and that future Oscar-winner Holly Hunter makes a brief appearance early on as a nymphomaniac backing vocalist!
10/03/09: TALES OF TOMORROW: ICE FROM SPACE (Don Medford, 1952) 


This episode is chiefly remembered for introducing Paul Newman in a supporting role, but it proves quite engaging – if essentially verbose (not unlike THE THING FROM ANOTHER WORLD [1951], in fact) – all the way through. Actually, it was rather amusing watching his trademark “Method” acting in a sci-fi context…though, in all fairness, he would return much later to a similarly ‘frozen wasteland’ scenario – needless to say, on a much bigger scale – in Robert Altman’s cryptic (and most atypical) QUINTET (1979). The central premise is sound enough, while undeniably redolent of the 1950s curiosity about space travel and the notion of just what might be ‘out there’…but the final result is decidedly studio-bound and cramped by the ultra low-budget. By the way, lip-synch issues manifested themselves throughout the entire program (as they had done, coincidentally, during another TV effort featuring a pre-stardom Newman i.e. THE CONTENDER [1954]).
10/03/09: GHOST STORY FOR CHRISTMAS: THE STALLS OF BARCHESTER (Lawrence Gordon Clark, 1971; TV) 


The second M.R. James adaptation I have set up for this Halloween marathon emerges a marked improvement on the cerebral and rather uneventful WHISTLE AND I’LL COME TO YOU (1968). The horror is still subtly deployed throughout, but it creates the right kind of frisson and a distinct aura of unease (thanks largely to the remote wintry locale, also incorporating the obligatory vast mansion) for this intrinsically low-key and character-driven piece. The setting is a school run by the Church – and, apparently, James had himself toyed with the idea of taking the cloth (and would actually become a teacher, among whose pupils was a certain Christopher Lee!); it involves jealousy and machinations among the staff, particularly when the current Dean ‘refuses’ to relinquish his position to the ambitious Robert Hardy (later of Hammer’s DEMONS OF THE MIND [1972]). After he resorts to murder to obtain his wish, however, he begins to be haunted by the old man – via whispering disembodied voices and manifestations as either a black cat or a caped figure bearing a ghoulish hand with creepy talons! The predictable (but still effective) ironic climax, then, sees Hardy expiring in the exact same fashion as the fate he had planned for his doddering predecessor.
Edited by Mario Gauci - 10/5/09 at 8:00am