10/01/09: THE MAD GENIUS (Michael Curtiz, 1931) 
Warner Brothers were clearly eager to give the 1931 public what it wanted and also consolidate the success of SVENGALI made earlier that year by instantly reuniting the leads from that film – John Barrymore and Marian Marsh – in a quickly rehashed potboiler on similar lines. Barrymore is an embittered puppeteer whose lameness had dashed his dreams of a dancing career but, as fate would have it, is provided with the opportunity of living that glory vicariously through the agile street urchin he saves one day from the clutches of his cruel father (a small role for a pre-fame Boris Karloff). Growing up to be a peerless dancer (played by an uncharismatic Donald Cook) through the ruthless patronage of his foster father, he is ready to give it all up for the love of an innocent girl in the show (Marsh) but, needless to say, Barrymore will not let anything stand in the way of art and his ambitious plans for the prized pupil. Amusing sidekick Charles Butterworth helplessly looks on as Barrymore sadistically convinces dope-addicted choreographer (Luis Alberni) to fire Marsh but Cook overhears their heinous scheme and this causes a rift between impresario and protégé. Years pass but more scheming on Barrymore’s part enables the estrangement of the lovers and the rekindling of the working relationship between father and son. Once again, however, fate intervenes with Barrymore eventually getting his just desserts at the hands of the distraught Alberni – on stage during the performance of what was to be Cook’s crowning achievement! Admittedly, the plot is much inferior to that of SVENGALI but an unhinged Barrymore is always worth watching, Marsh is typically lovely while Michael Curtiz’s expressionistic direction (his first of three notable forays in the genre) and Anton Grot’s stylish sets lend the production a touch of class that keeps one watching if not exactly enthralled.
10/01/09: AN OCCURRENCE AT OWL CREEK BRIDGE (Robert Enrico, 1962)
This famous French fantasy short (an Oscar and British Film Award winner) was also seen on U.S. Television – in a slightly abridged and altered form – in 1964 as part of the final season of THE TWILIGHT ZONE; this is the way I watched it myself for the first time, complete with Rod Serling introduction and his voiceover summing up things at the end. Largely dialogue-free, it deals with the hanging of a deserting soldier during the American Civil War and his ‘delirious’ escape and safe return home to his wife; the funereal pacing of the opening scenes depicting the preparation for the execution is sharply contrasted with the kinetic fever dream quality of the flight itself. The ‘twist’ ending is not really all that surprising perhaps but the admirably lyrical and elegiac quality running through the film is one which is rarely associated with this genre and is perhaps responsible for its reputation which has survived undimmed the passage of time.
10/01/09: THE MAD MAGICIAN (John Brahm, 1954)
Vincent Price’s follow-up to HOUSE OF WAX (1953), the film which cemented his reputation as a horror icon, similarly revolves around a bitter – albeit resourceful – showman. Though a remake, the former (shot in Technicolor) remains the superior effort; that said, apart from some resistible comic relief, the obligatory resort to cheap gimmickry (it was another 3-D showcase) and occasional narrative shortcomings (whatever happened to the missing bag which supposedly turned up at some police station containing a severed head?), this offers more than enough Grand Guignol-type thrills and overall camp value (Price hamming it up in a variety of disguises as an inventor of illusions impersonating ‘missing’ star conjurers who had taken advantage of his genius) to stand on its own two feet. Incidentally, director Brahm’s involvement here proves no mere coincidence – since the narrative incorporates elements from two horror titles (both starring Laird Cregar) he had previously helmed i.e. THE LODGER (1944) and HANGOVER SQUARE (1945). The young leads are played by Mary Murphy (as Price’s ingénue assistant) and Patrick O’Neal (as her police detective boyfriend – curiously enough, he would himself take the lead in a similar piece, CHAMBER OF HORRORS [1966], which I have acquired just in time to serve as an encore to this one). An interesting sideline here is the latter’s adoption of a novel detection technique, fingerprinting, which is crucial in bringing about Price’s downfall (in a predictable but rather awkward fiery climax)…though the persistent snooping of his amateur crime novelist landlady has at least as much to do with it in the long run! Watching the star in a made-to-measure role, the film emerges a good deal of fun – particularly at a compact 73 minutes.
10/01/09: THE MAD GHOUL (James B. Hogan, 1943) 
One of the lesser Universal horrors is a still enjoyable if decidedly silly outing. The former is due largely to the typical low-budget atmosphere (from intermittent graveyard raids, for plot purposes, down to the recycled music cues), George Zucco’s equally reliable presence as the obligatory mad scientist (with this in mind, the title – actually referring to the ‘human monster’ of the piece – has always struck me as kind of desperate) and, to a lesser extent, Robert Armstrong ditto as the fast-talking but ill-fated reporter who cracks the case. The ‘monster’ (afflicted by sudden ‘attacks’ which transform him, in a matter of seconds, into a scruffy and wizened zombie) is a student in love with a renowned singer (resident Universal scream queen Evelyn Ankers), predictably also desired by the elderly Professor (deluding himself, a` la the Bela Lugosi of THE RAVEN [1935], that she corresponds this affection), but who has herself fallen for the accompanying pianist (the just-as-ubiquitous Turhan Bey) of her concert tour. Obsessed with the Ancient Egyptian ritual of death-in-life (improbably involving a release of poison gas followed by an impromptu heart transplant!), Zucco first experiments with a monkey but soon turns his attentions to a human specimen…for which his naive assistant (a surgical genius no less) fits the bill perfectly (however, no attempt is made to explain how he manages to operate repeatedly on himself – since, naturally, it transpires the effect of the revivification is only temporary – without being fully conscious of the fact!). As I said, this is standard low-grade fare – not quite as good as even the minor classics among Universal’s second outburst within the genre, though certainly nowhere near as bad as the worst of the lot (THE CAT CREEPS, SHE-WOLF OF LONDON and THE SPIDER WOMAN STRIKES BACK [all 1946]).
Edited by Mario Gauci - 10/2/09 at 10:59pm
