10/05/09: GHOST CATCHERS (Edward F. Cline, 1944) 
Comedians Ole Olsen and Chic Johnson were something of an anomaly due to their comparable build, general disregard for plotting (their gags were mostly zany for zaniness’ sake – somewhat like the early undiluted Marx Brothers) and frequently resort to musical numbers (they were supported by a number of variety acts). I had only watched their most celebrated vehicle, HELLZAPOPPIN’ (1941), but was always interested in catching two more – this and CRAZY HOUSE (1943). All were made by Universal and, interestingly, their anything-goes attitude allowed ‘intrusions’ by anything from the Frankenstein monster (HELLZAPOPPIN’) and Basil Rathbone in character as Sherlock Holmes (CRAZY HOUSE)! This, then, sees Olsen and Johnson get to grips with Lon Chaney Jr. (albeit restricted to a minor role in a bear outfit!) as we find them at large in a haunted house – newly-leased to a befuddled Southern Colonel (Walter Catlett) and his two musically-gifted daughters – situated right next door to the burly comic duo’s New York nightclub!! While the title is a typical misnomer, there is a ghost on the loose: eventually, he aids in the come-uppance of the villains – gangsters whose Boss wears a creepy mask (the one genuine horror element in the film) and ultimately revealed to be Ole and Chic’s own manager, Leo Carrillo!
10/05/09: GHOST STORY FOR CHRISTMAS: LOST HEARTS (TV) (Lawrence Gordon Clark, 1973)
Another ghoulish Yuletide yarn from the atmospheric pen of the great M. R. James: after a slow start depicting the settling in of a young boy into the mansion of his slightly dotty elderly cousin, the pace picks up considerably towards the midpoint of this 35 minute TV program with the chilling reappearance of the young children (fleetingly seen waving to the boy at the start) who have now morphed into ondulating Nosferatu-like wraiths complete with talons for fingernails! As it turns out, this boy and girl had previously also been guests at the cousin's manor but were sacrificed to the old man's obessive quest for immortality via his belief that extracting three young hearts of living children will do the trick; needless to say, our young protagonist is the last link in the chain but the greedy old man did not count on the protection/retribution of his previous victims who (understandably off-screen) perform their own live heart removal on him and throw the beating organ into the flaming fireplace!
Yet another short TV production of the horror perennial whose major point of interest nowadays resides in its being capped by the double-shocker end credits - "Produced by Michael Carreras" and "A Hammer Film Production" - despite the fact that, being shot in black and white and directed by Curt Siodmak, it is clearly emulating the Universal template of almost thirty years previously rather than the fresh angle given by Hammer themselves!; other remnants of that consequently archaic influence are shots lifted from Tod Browning's DRACULA (1931; the brides of Dracula) and the INNER SANCTUM series (the talking head). Actually, this above-average program was a co-production between Hammer and Columbia and features both future Hammer (a respectable but dour Anton Diffring in the lead) and past Universal (Ludwig Stossel as a tavern-keeper) alumni. Intended as a pilot for a proposed 26 episode TV horror anthology series to be filmed partly on the Columbia backlot and at Hammer's Bray Studios, it is no surprise that it failed and the plans for the follow-ups aborted. Frankly, the new storyline is weak: despite the fact that Baron Frankenstein has still not completed his life-giving experiments, the villagers are already scared shitless of him(!) and, worse still, an out-of-town couple (including a moribund husband) call on him for a miracle cure!! Even so, the Karloff-like monster - another Universal nod in this anomalous Hammer entry - is suitably menacing (if nothing else) as played by Don McGowan - previously of the Columbia horror programmer THE WEREWOLF (1956) which I will be watching later on during this Halloween Challenge - and, as usual, that wholly intoxicating black-and-white gothic atmosphere wins the day in the end.
I had first watched this several years ago on a now-defunct Sicilian TV channel; amazingly, the film emerged as a heftily-priced DVD from Criterion: not being sure what I had made of it initially (despite having attained cult status over the years, the achievement proper is clearly viewed with modesty even by genre buffs), I opted not to make the purchase – as I did with the similar and, to me, unfamiliar FIEND WITHOUT A FACE (1958). Recently, however, I managed to acquire THE BLOB via a copy of the Spanish DVD which, interestingly, ported over the two Audio Commentary tracks from the Criterion “Special Edition”…but, regrettably, I could not switch off the Spanish subtitles during playback of the main feature! Anyway, looking at the film anew, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it (despite many a narrative flaw, which I will get to later) – as a pure example of ‘B-movie’ schlockiness (atypically shot in pleasant color) and a time-capsule illustrating late 1950s social attitudes. The male lead was an early role for Steve(n) McQueen and, though the actor may have subsequently looked at it with disdain, his sole contribution to the genre proves fairly engaging: not averse to juvenile kicks but still essentially a decent (and, more importantly, altruistic) kid. The special effects depicting the slimy and expanding creature are not too bad of its kind and period; the film itself rises to a good climax – beginning with the monster’s invasion of a cinema (showing DAUGHTER OF HORROR [1953/7] as I mentioned recently in that film’s review but being curiously screened ‘flipped’ and which sequence, incidentally, would be featured at the opening of a satirical Italian program actually called “Blob”!). As to the admittedly minor quibbles I have with the film: the monster is not shown traveling – it just turns up at a variety of places, never being seen by anyone!; there is a baffling over-emphasis (tantamount to padding) on the kids’ scrapes with Police; it is silly to have the town doctor shoot at The Blob – as if fluid, whatever its proportion, can be destroyed by bullets!; equally nonsensical is having the teenagers alert the townsfolk of the danger by making door-to-door visits (especially when considering that, at that stage, only McQueen had actually seen the monster in action)! An inferior sequel emerged in 1972 called BEWARE THE BLOB!; the original was then remade in 1988 – I watched this not too long ago but it seems not to have made a lasting impression on me (though I know Micheal Elliott loves it). For the record, I will be following this viewing with two more collaborations between director Yeaworth and producer Jack H. Harris, namely 4D MAN (1959) and DINOSAURUS! (1960).
