Showing posts with label Edward Van Sloan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edward Van Sloan. Show all posts

Monday, October 22, 2018

Psychobabble’s 31 Favorite Universal Horrors: #10


Halloween season simply isn’t Halloween season without a regular dose of golden age Universal horror (1923-1963). Every day this October, I’ll be giving you a steady IV drip of it by counting down Psychobabble’s 31 Favorite Universal Horrors!

#10. The Mummy (1932- dir. Karl Freund)

It’s a tried and true Hollywood formula: you score big once; you attempt to carbon copy that success. It doesn’t always work, but it did when Universal practically remade Dracula as The Mummy. Once again you have a long-in-the-tooth monster crossing an ocean to ensnare a specific women in its thrall while contending with Edward Van Sloan and David “Mr. Personality” Manners. The Mummy isn’t very original, but it does make certain stylistic improvements over Dracula with its sumptuous sets, elaborate monster make up, less static staging, and heightened air of romance. Karloff makes the most of a monster without much pep, and between his naturally mesmerizing gaze and some well-positioned pin lights, he’s also the center of some of the creepiest shots in a golden age Universal monster movie. Zita Johann and the flashback-pool sequence are similarly mesmerizing.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Diary of the Dead: Spring 2015


The ice has broken. The snow has melted. The temperature has risen. All this can only mean one thing: I may now commence spending the next six months wishing all this wretched warm weather away so that Halloween season can make a speedy return. Since I’m impatient by nature, I will mark this occasion by starting Halloween season right now, or at least enjoying a taste of it with a mini-installment of one of Psychobabble’s triedest and truest Halloween Season traditions: Diary of the Dead.

The films I spent March watching were mostly recommendations culled from Christopher Workman and Troy Howarth’s Tome of Terror: Horror Films of the 1930s, which I reviewed last month, so you will notice a definite decade bias amongst the following selections. I also managed to sneak in a few flicks from other decades that had been haunting my movies-to-see queue for far too long.

So squirt that sunscreen down the commode, kick off those sandals, and slip on your hobnail boots, because spring has been cancelled and Halloween season has been green lighted all in the name of a fiendish feature I call Diary of the Dead.

I wrote it. You read it. No one needs to get hurt.

March 11

One Frightened Night (1935- dir. Christy Cabanne) ***

A cantankerous chap with a heart of gold and a bank account of gold announces his plans to hand out fat inheritances to a bunch of friends and relatives before a new tax law goes into effect at midnight. When a woman claiming to be his granddaughter shows up, he decides to give the whole fortune to her instead, and the jilted group’s greed takes over. Things get more convoluted when yet another alleged granddaughter arrives, and someone ends up dead. This is standard-issue old dark house stuff with an incessant lightning storm, a killer in a grotesque mask, and a mummy (don’t get too excited. It stays put). The patter is passable and the cast is very good, particularly the lovable Charley Grapewin (Uncle Henry of The Wizard of Oz) as old grampa moneybags.

March 14

The Drums of Jeopardy (1931- dir. George B Seitz) ***½
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