Tue 8 Mar 2016
Reviewed by Dan Stumpf: MACUMBA LOVE (1959)
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MACUMBA LOVE. United Artists, 1960. Walter Reed, Ziva Rodann, William Wellman Jr. and June Wilkinson. Written by Norman Graham. Produced and directed by Douglas Fowley.
Persons of a certain age will remember Douglas Fowley as Doc Holliday in the “Wyatt Earp†teleseries. Going back a little further, others may recall his turn as the harried director in Singin’ in the Rain. To me, he’ll always be the snaky bad guy of countless B-westerns, but it’s a safe bet that damn few will think of him as the auteur of Macumba Love, and I suspect his ghost will walk a little easier for it.
Sad to think that a film with such a promising title proves a waste of time but the sad fact is that Macumba Love takes all the elements of a good trashy film— bad script, bad acting, low budget, sex, torture and voodoo—only to squander them.
The story has potential: Walter Reed plays an investigative writer looking into the local folkways (this was filmed in Brazil, as was Love Slaves of the Amazons) up against a hostile voodoo queen, diffident authorities, and a strange moodiness on the part of his Latino girlfriend (Ziva Rodann, appropriately named “Venus de Viasa†here.)
When Reed’s newlywed daughter (June Wilkinson) arrives with her husband (William Wellman Jr.) in tow, Ziva starts putting the moves on the young man, an enterprise helped along considerably by her dresses, none of which seem to cover her quite adequately. Meanwhile, the natives stay up late pounding drums and dancing around a fire, zombie-corpses wash up on shore, veiled threats are tossed about, Voodoo trinkets passed around like re-gifted Christmas presents, and Ziva gets less and less subtle about her campaign of seduction.
Unfortunately, that’s about it. Instead of a plot developing, tension rising or anyone actually doing anything, we just get more drums, dancing, threats, trinkets and teasing. And then a little more drums, threats, teasing, etc. And then a little more…. you get the idea? The discerning viewer, having seen and appreciated films like Voodoo Woman or The Disembodied has come to expect the drums-and-dancing scenes; indeed, they’re practically the sine qua non of the genre. But one can only sit through a certain amount of it before a certain familiarity begins to creep in, and in this film it doesn’t so much creep as gallop.
Or take the scene where the vamp lures the newlywed hubby to her boudoir: She invites him with a palpably fake pretext, he agrees and… and we get interminable shots of them riding along the beach in a carriage! By the time they reach her den of iniquity we’ve pretty much lost interest.
Macumba Love has B-Movie street creds aplenty: Walter Reed, starred in Flying Disc Man from Mars and was a featured player in Superman and the Mole Men. Ziva Rodann worked in Pharaoh’s Curse and Forty Guns, and whoever designed her outfits seems to have enjoyed his work. Likewise June Wilkinson, who appeared (in the best sense of the word) in that classic The Immoral Mr. Teas And William Wellman Jr. … well he gets a scene staked out bare-chested for torture, if your tastes run to that sort of thing.
With all this going for it, Macumba Love should have set a bad-movie standard all its own, but alas, it’s just too damn slow and repetitious, smothering its tawdry promise in tedium, doubly disappointing because an actor of Douglas Fowley’s sleazy expertise should have known how to do it right.
March 8th, 2016 at 8:29 am
I have vivid memories of seeing this one in the theater long ago, and it was just as bad as you say, or maybe worse. The attraction for me was June Wilkinson, who wasn’t much of an actress but who did wear those skimpy dresses well. I took a date to the movie, which was probably a mistake. We never went out again afterward.
March 8th, 2016 at 11:37 am
What I remember most about Douglas Fowley was that he was one of the few actors, along with Walter Brennan and Jeanette Nolan willing to play a part without his false teeth.
March 8th, 2016 at 2:55 pm
Fowley must have appeared in one too many of those poverty row B films he used to be the lead in. Good character actor though, and one that survived the vicissitudes of Hollywood to work steadily until he was quite old, to the extent you know casting directors asked for a Douglas Fowley type.
In his snakier B roles you always had the idea he was hoping they would let him twirl the end of his mustache and call the heroine “My Pretty.”
Apparently not a great director.
With a name like Walter Reed you would think the guy would have had at least one medical series to his name, different spelling or not.
From the photos I take it this film was one long tease hoping Rodann or Wilkinson was going to fall out of their cleavage.
Dan, your continued sacrifice watching these to spare us does not go unnoticed, though better you than me.
March 8th, 2016 at 8:27 pm
Missed this one when I was a kid. Got the impression that it was really terrific. Felt bad about it for decades but now, after reading your review, my sorrow is abating.
March 9th, 2016 at 2:59 am
Unmentioned here was that Douglas Fowley, who was married more times than Craig Rice, was the father of the notorious rock music impresario Kim Fowley (best known clients: Joan Jett and the Runaways).
I seem to recall that Kim Fowley was once called upon to write a “remembrance” of his dad for one of those “Old Hollywood” essay collections that were all the rage in the ’70s and ’80s.
Can’t recall exactly which one, though.
Probably just as well, since the younger Fowley’s essay was one of the snottiest I’ve ever read.
Apparently the two were long estranged, and had been out of touch for years.
Kim Fowley’s last words about his father:
“I think maybe he’s still alive.”
Lovely.