A MOVIE SERIAL REVIEW BY DAN STUMPF:         


THE LIGHTNING WARRIOR. Mascot, 1931. [Twelve-episode serial.] Rin Tin Tin, Frankie Darro, George Brent, Pat O’Malley. Georgia Hale, Theodore Lorch, Yakima Canutt. Directors: Benjamin H. Kline, Armand Schaefer.

LIGHTNING WARRIOR Rin Tin Tin

   It’s hard to credit these days, but ninety-some years ago, Rin-Tin-Tin was a big star in the silent movies. Respectable critics lauded his emotional range, and even today hardened cynics like Walter Albert get all teary-eyed at the sight of him.

   But that was in the Silent Movies. With the advent of the talkies, Rinty’s popularity diminished somewhat, and by the 1930s, with a couple of divorces behind him and a rumored dog-treat habit, he ended up doing serials at Mascot.

   Not that The Lightning Warrior (1931) is all bad. I mean, sure it has an awkward script, stilted acting and meager budget … oftentimes the images seem murky, from Mascot’s policy of starting filming at first light of pre-dawn and not stopping till near-dark.

   But it’s infused with that cheap energy typical of Mascot at its best, with vigorous stunting from Yakima Canutt, earnest playing from Frankie Darro, Betsy King Ross and George Brent (long before he met Bette Davis!) plus some truly fresh location work and the usual over-ambitious straining for effects way beyond its slender budget.

   There’s a particularly neat bit with the principals jumping between ore carts from an old mine, suspended on a cable over a vertiginous chasm; not at all convincing, but you gotta give ’em credit for trying.

LIGHTNING WARRIOR Rin Tin Tin

   The plot, if there is one, even has some poetic overtones: something about an Indian Tribe that mysteriously vanished years ago, suddenly resurrected to terrorize a remote settlement at the behest of a black-cloaked figure known only as The Wolfman, whose appearances are announced by blood-curdling howls and … well, as the chapters go by, it develops that The Wolfman must actually be one of the townspeople, but which one? The Shifty Sherriff? The Mad Trapper? The Mysterious Stranger? Marvin Hamlisch? Dick Cheney?

   Well, you needn’t look for clues, as everyone in the cast except Rinty takes turns looking guilty, and the last chapter reveals a solution that would strain the credulity of Harry Stephen Keeler, but it’s mostly fun along the way, and if Rinty gets no big emotional scenes, at least he (or his stunt-dogs) stay busy.