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Friday, October 28, 2011

Old Dark Capsules: THE GHOUL, CAT AND THE CANARY, THE MONSTER WALKS, THE OLD DARK HOUSE, THE BLACK RAVEN


Secret panels, stormy nights, dying heirs, hairy hands, Karloff, candles, lawyers; priceless mcguffins stolen from a dead man's watch pocket; maybe a coroner, woken up at this ungodly hour of the night; guys in ape suits for the medium shots, stock footage of a monkey for the close-ups; Bela Lugosi stuck playing a butler with barely any lines because the producers are worried about his morphine addiction; shrieking maids; bats; black cats; skulls on desks; conniving trophy wives everyone wants dead. What could be more Halloween-ish? It's the Old Dark House genre, basically forgotten today because there are no more old dark houses. Now they're either 'haunted' or long-since converted to apartments.

But if you've ever spent a weekend at a rich friend's mansion then you know how weird it can get: a late night trip to the bathroom after everyone else has gone to bed can be a terrifying, surreal nocturnal journey ala THE NIGHT OF THE HUNTER river trip. The walls are so thick that if someone were screaming for help downstairs in the study you'd never even hear them, or be able to find them.

And no longer can eccentric millionaire uncles just caper down to Egypt and help themselves to whatever cursed, ancient artifacts they care to dig for. The colonialist yard sale is closed! But the films, thank Ra, remain open! Here's five I know like the back of m'hand: 


 THE GHOUL
1933 - ***
British studio Gaumont's attempt to make a 1930s Universal horror reveals just how great Universal horrors were by contrast. At any rate, GHOUL's foggy and cozy as a cup of Earl Grey at a midnight graveyard picnic. Karloff is an eccentric Egyptologist who spends 75,000 pounds on an emerald he thinks will bring him back from the dead. He dies soon after and is entombed to the strains of Wagner's immortal "Sigfried's Funeral March" but apparently without the gem. Soon thereafter a cast of skulking emerald seekers materialize out of the fog including Ernest Thesiger (Dr. Pretorious!) and a grumpy Dickensian lawyer who employs rather elaborate strings of words like "I intend to grant myself the pleasure of calling on her this evening." They're all either looking for the emerald, stealing it from someone else, writing notes, making peace with angry cousins, being strangled by Karloff (back from the dead) or having sadomasochistic fantasies (how very British!)


The grand guignol moment is when Boris carves a bloody ankh symbol on his bony chest, cut from many prints, and for that and other things THE GHOUL would make a fine, weird double bill with the original MUMMY (1932), and possibly even stole its props. Alas, like so many British-Egyptian Museum horrors of the era all the supernatural elements must be conveniently explained away by film's end. One mustn't leave the queen's subjects thinking such things are true, you know... a gullible lot they are, I'm afraid, sir. That's not to say this jewel still isn't a little loose in its setting, if you know what I mean, guv. Say no more...

THE CAT AND THE CANARY
1939 - ****

My favorite Bob Hope movie! I've seen it 1,000 times! Dragging my canoe behind me! I taped it off 'Spotlight' in 1980 and, in some ways, I'm still watching it. Bob Hope is the perfect mix of romantic hero and scared goofball quipper as Wally Campbell, it was his first big role and his comedic timing is so sharp he actually heightens the suspense with his whistling in the dark style quips and double takes; he kind of feints back and forth between courageous pose and truthful reveal of (understandable) fear. He's also drawn a great very modern leading lady in Paulette Godard, though it's clear that in the original she's a bit more frail and old-school kindness-of-strangers-dependent (Goddard seems way too modern to faint or drop a gun). She becomes the focus of a lot of attention when it turns out to be the sole heiress to her eccentric Uncle Cyrus Norman's estate, which is an old house way out on the bayou, where an escaped maniac who calls himself 'The Cat' is prowling for victims, and where the disparate relatives are gathered.


Director Elliot Nugent keeps a creepy wind on the soundtrack, and the outdoors around the house is a big swampy soundstage rather than bringing the mood down with drab outdoor footage, and the secret panel-to-the-small-garden-hut climax conjures the expressionist shadows of Cabinet of Caligari, replete with the maniac's dramatic posturing. And the rest of the cast is sublime for fans of the genre: George Zucco reads the will and is the first to get murdered; Gale Sondergaard is the housekeeper in tune with the mysterious chimes and 'murmurs' of the old house; Hope reunited with them both when they played his Nazi pursuers three years later in My Favorite Blonde. Cat and the Canary was a big enough hit that Goddard reunited with Hope in The Ghost Breakers which has more supernatural elements than their original pairing and is generally considered the better film, but man, there's something about the Cat. Hope doesn't know yet just how great he is, but Nugent does, and the atmosphere is electric.

THE MONSTER WALKS
1932 - *1/2

An old creep in a wheelchair living alone (aside from servants) in a big old dark house? Check. Ape in a cage in the basement? Check. Mischa Auer as the illegitimate son of the old creep in the wheelchair and the maid, angry he's denied any of the family fortune after all the hours he's slaved for that old man? Man, that's depressing in its offhand illumination of social injustice, and that's not what old dark house films should be. Willie Best furthers the social injustice angle as the shuffling, uber-cowardly stereotype chauffeur to the bland honky hero. Ape man hands coming out of the wall to strangle blonde poseur to the fortune put the 'ugh' back in enough.

I know the Leonard Maltin review by heart: "Willie bests Mischa for laughs, but it's a close race." Lenny, you're my wheelchair-bound true father who taught me to write like a subliminal weisenheimer. Still, the stormy night-rattling-sheet metal makes it nice to fall asleep to as the sun comes up on another frosty November 1st, your blood levels of alcohol, ecstasy, nicotine, and sugar now dwindled to an early morning frost on the window shudder no amount of hot coffee can allay.

THE OLD DARK HOUSE
1932 - ****

The great 'lost' Universal horror of 1932. I longed to see it ever since I was a kid reading about it in my Creature Features guide, but the only edition available was nth generational mess. Then Kino came to the rescue via a restored, lone surviving print (discovered through the perseverance of the great Curtis Harrington), and co-star Gloria Stuart even did an audio commentary for the laserdisc I never had a laserdisc player, but James Cameron did, loved the commentary and that's how she came to narrate Titanic! It still took me years to really get into it. It's not really a horror movie or a comedy, but a combination of many elements that don't come together until numerous viewings over decades help the death and age elements kick in -- the way the 'that's fine stuff' rant by Rebecca Femm (Eva Moore) to Gloria Stuart leads to her reflection like that of a skull in the mirror; the general nicety and British crust of Horace Femm (Ernest Thesiger) and the honest romance between lost generation lad Melvyn Dougas and Bill's (Charles Laughton) traveling companion Perkins (Lillian Bond); the arrival of during dinner like a daft bresh of freth air. A blue collar full of good cheer taverners vs. the rich yobbo dryness against which the merry Melvyn Douglas hurls himself like a kid fighting waves on the beach. Karloff as the drunk butler portrays the end point of madness and the beginning point of savagery, the way Laughton becomes the backbone of Britain; and the introduction of Roderick Femm, played by the elderly real life old lady of the stage Elspeth Dudgeon, in a gigantic bedroom, provides a welcome bit of contextualization, change of scene and foreshadowing. And then, in a rage Morgan releases Saul from his locked bedroom at the top of the stairs.... See it 30 times, 300, it's still not enough... my friend.

 THE BLACK RAVEN 
1943 - ***1/2

When I'm having a travel-induced panic attack, THE BLACK RAVEN is my go-to source of solace. I really respond to the cozy fireplaces, howling wind, torrential rain, muffled dialogue, and the sense of conspiratorial cool amongst the more criminal guests (they all sign the register as 'John Smith'). It all takes place--like the best old dark house films--over one 'dark and stormy' night, beginning as guests learn the bridge is washed out in their rain slashed cars and ending when the rain stops at dawn. Moving around the waterlogged cardboard sets in his robe and slippers, Zucco's great as the enigmatic retired criminal who now runs a small inn (named the Black Raven) which he uses as a front for an operation that ferries criminals over the Canadian border. No actual ravens appear in this film--too rainy--but Glenn Strange is the idiot manservant and the wondrously dour Charles "Ming" Middleton is the clueless sheriff. A suitcase of embezzled cash results in murder; a corrupt politico tries to break up his daughter's newlywed marriage. Make sure to get the best available edition as there's lots of crappy public domain editions wherein everything is too dark and muffled. (Roan Group's 'Black and Blue' set that includes Ulmer's Bluebeard and Bela's ever-incoherent Black Dragons is the best so far, and highly recommended).

Special shout-out to Verdoux! - it seems to contain the same eerie alchemical magick as celluloid itself!

1 comment:

  1. The only one I've these I've seen is The Old Dark House, rather recently, but I loved it (and just wrote it up last week: http://wondersinthedark.wordpress.com/2011/10/22/the-old-dark-house-fixing-a-hole-universal-horror-month/)

    What's your take on the silent Cat and Canary vs. this version?

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