REVIEWED BY DAN STUMPF:         


Horror Flicks

    I’m afraid I’ve recently watched a lot of dreck, just for the sake of completeness. Things like William Castle’s abominable remake of The Old Dark House (Columbia,1963) and The Mad Monster (PRC, 1942) a film so cheap one is amazed by the very fact of its existence.

    Then there was The She-Creature (American International, 1956), a film with an odd patina of melancholy arising from the sight of its two stars, Chester Morris and Tom Conway, both promising young actors once, now trapped in this strange, low-budget miasma. At least it boasts a good monster.

Horror Flicks

    But there were a few gems, too: I re-watched a lot of the Universal Monster movies from the 1950s (The Deadly Mantis, Monster on the Campus, The Monolith Monsters, the Creature series, and my personal favorite, The Mole People, featuring a minimalist lost-civilization conquered by flashlights) and was pleasantly surprised by the air of professionalism about them.

    There’s even, from time to time, a moment of artistry or a flash of intelligence in the fast-moving flurry of destruction. Most horror buffs and film historians concentrate on Universal in the 30s or 40s, but I think these deserve a sharper look.

    After these came the zombie movies: White Zombie (1932, United Artists) inspired by W.B. Seabrooks’ eerie travelogue The Magic Island, the former a film with atrocious acting and worse script, but infused with a visual poetry that lifts its trite story to the level of a folk tale.

Horror Flicks

    This was followed by I Walked with a Zombie (1943, RKO Radio Pictures) which is Jane Eyre set in the West Indies, with Tom Conway (remember him?) as a brooding Rochester to Frances Dee’s doughty nurse.

    The last ten minutes of this thing is played out without dialogue except for a minute of voice-over narration by a narrator who isn’t even in the movie, producing a climax of pure abstract Cinema.

    Then last, but far from least, there’s King of the Zombies (1941, Mongram) where Mantan Moreland’s deft comedy relief easily steals the film from its nominal stars and monsters.