"The Big Cube" (1969) on Warner Archive Instant

"This is a pop art world, baby."

     Lana Turner had a true Hollywood life and career- the kind we simply don't get anymore. From her iconic femme fatale portrait in "The Postman Always Rings Twice" to the Oscar night knife murder of her gangster boyfriend Johnny Stompanato by her daughter- an incident cloaked in mystery- Turner's story is rich in the kind of showbiz gothic that makes for a great biography. By 1969, though, the Hollywood Turner embodied had become outdated and out of touch. Released mere months before the summer that gave us both "Easy Rider" and the Manson murder's, "The Big Cube" is a hippy scare thriller aimed at confused parent's of the late 60's.

     Renowned actress Adriana Roman (Lana Turner) is giving up her life on the stage to marry Charles Winthrop (Dan O'Herlihy). Winthrop's daughter Lisa (Karin Mossberg) is jealous of Adriana, fearing she'll take her father's attention away from her. Mossberg, with her thick accent, is a strange bit of casting. This is explained away by a reference to her having been schooled in Switzerland. She must have lived over there for her entire life to have an accent of that magnitude.

     While the newlywed's are on a sailing honeymoon, Lisa is hanging out with her long hair friends, grooving to the heavy sound's of a band fronted by a guy who looks a bit like Phil Lynott. Lisa makes the acquaintance of Johnny Allen, the acid cooking, perfectly coiffed, cleft chinned med student, played by with smug charm by George Chakiris. The night comes to an end with a full on acid freakout when one of Johnny's crew doses a guy who crossed him.

     Later, Charles blows his lid when Adriana and he return home to find a love-in strip tease occurring at their house, courtesy of Lisa's walking sixties cliche friend, Bibi (Pamela Rodgers). O'Herlihy brings his usual grinning gravitas to his role here. He's one of those guy's who apparently was always 60 years old, looking very much the same here as he would fifteen plus years later in film's like "Halloween III" and "Robocop".

     With no context, we are given a cool, trippy sequence of Adriana being carried down a beach on a stretcher, with intermittent flashes to her and Charles enduring a storm at sea. It's an intentionally disorienting way to engage the audience in one of the picture's major plot points. The dark, evocative score by Val Johns is wonderful here and throughout the entire film. Not bad for a composer whose major claim to fame is a cover of the "Theme from Ben Casey".

     Having been lost at sea, Charles' fortune falls to Adriana. Lisa receives nothing until such time as she is wed, with the caveat that Adriana must approve the nuptials. After Adriana will not give her blessing to marriage between Johnny and Lisa, Johnny manipulates Lisa into thinking Adriana married her father only to get at his money. As revenge, they lace Adriana's medication with LSD. The acid dosing co-conspirator's plan works and Adriana is placed in a mental hospital. Charles' money is given to Lisa after Adriana is ruled mentally unfit. "Maybe there's no perfect murder, but I think we've figured a perfect freak out.", Johnny gloats.

     Tito Davison directs the dark acid nightmare sequence's with a sense of lysergic unease; Johns' score helps to immerse the audience in Adriana's altered state. Oddly, this seems to be a Mexican production behind the camera. The psychedelic part's of this picture are mod, gel lit dynamo's and I'd be interested in seeing more of Davison's work based solely on their merit.

      Lisa marries Johnny in a wild wedding complete with biker's and hippy wedding cake topper's. At the end of the night, he kisses the far out floozy Bibi right in front of her. After kicking him out ("You are feelthy, disgusting!"), Lisa must decide what to do about the sordid, squalorous situation she has created. The ending involving an attempt to restore Adriana's mental health by having her enact a play of her life- written by her chain smoking, Brylcremed playwright ex, Frederick (Richard Egan)- is the pop psychology cherry on top of this disposable late sixties sundae.

     "The Big Cube" with it's juxtaposition of druggy darkness and teary eyed, string swelling melodrama, is the bastard child of Douglas Sirk and Roger Corman; an example of square cinema adopting the visual language of the same counter culture it warns against. To her credit, Turner manages to remain classy and elegant, despite the overwhelming silliness of the material. It's a film meant to confirm every Nixonite's suspicion's about the young folk. Watch it alongside "Skidoo" and have yourself an old Hollywood takes acid double feature.  

   

"Silent Night, Bloody Night" (1974) on Amazon Prime and Youtube

Slight spoiler's below...  

     Man, when I started this Christmas movie series, I had no idea a full 50% of the selections would feature incest as a major plot reveal. But, there it is, yet again, at the end of "Silent Night, Bloody Night", a grungy American giallo from 1974. I guess that would make it the " 'Chinatown' of Long Island Gothic Christmas movies starring multiple member's of Warhol's Factory". Actually, "starring" is too strong a word. Mary Woronov is the only Warhol acolyte with a major role. She was married to the director, Theodore Gershuny at the time, so I imagine she brought her Factory friend's along for the fun.

     Patrick O'Neal is John Carter, a lawyer tasked with brokering a deal to sell the Butler mansion to a group of power player's in the town of Arlington, MA. These potential buyer's are the mayor (Walter Abel), the sheriff (Walter Klavun), the newspaper editor (John Carradine) and...the telephone operator (Fran Stevens). The estate was left to Jeffrey Butler after his grandfather was burned alive on Christmas Eve 1950. Along for the ride with Carter is his mistress, Ingrid, played by the Bardot-esque Astrid Heeren. It should be noted that Carradine only communicates by ringing a bell ala Hector Salamanca on "Breaking Bad". I don't know why this choice was made. Maybe Carradine had variable rate's and charged less for not speaking. Anyway, it's a strange touch in a movie filled with them, such as having Tess' house filled with bird's in cage's. O'Neal is the biggest name in the picture and you know the budget wasn't there to pay him for an entire shoot, so he and Ingrid exit the picture early; axed to death in the Butler house where they are spending the night. This early portion of the movie flows well, with a fractured artistry to the pacing.

     The unseen killer is black gloved and makes disturbing phone call's to the potential buyer's in true giallo fashion. "It's Marianne. Tell the mayor. Tell them all. I'm waiting in my father's house", they tell Tess in an unsettling whisper. Bob Clark's "Black Christmas" receives a lot of completely justified praise for bringing the tropes of the Italian giallo to the North American horror picture, but "Silent Night, Bloody Night" is every bit as indebted to the style. Strangely, Christmas horror movies seem to follow a rule of two's: this and "Black Christmas" were both released in 1974 and 1980 saw the release of Santa slasher's "Christmas Evil" and "Silent Night, Deadly Night".

     Tony award winning New York actor James Patterson plays Jeffrey Butler, who has just arrived in town and may or may not be an escaped, wrench toting psycho. He befriends a suspicious, gun wielding Diane Adams, the mayor's daughter, played by statuesque, strong jawed, B-movie staple Mary Woronov. In a truly disturbing sequence, Tess arrives at the Butler mansion and is confronted by the killer who shines a flashlight in her face, the only light in the darkened house. The spotlight holds her frightened gaze as the whispering maniac addresses her before ending her life. Later, a handless ("His hand's...somebody cut off his hands") Carradine is accidentally hit and killed by Jeffrey as he and Diane drive to the house to investigate.

     The house's grotesque, debauched, blood soaked history is told in a sepia tone nightmare flashback. Featuring such Warhol Superstar's as Ondine and Candy Darling, it's a sequence both beautiful and ugly, exceeding the low bar the movie has set for itself by such a degree that it's rather stunning. The score by Gershon Kingsley, the guy who wrote "Popcorn", is dreary and ominous; effective not just during this part but the entire picture.

      With Woronov giving a scream queen performance for the ages during the surprisingly powerful, knockout ending, "Silent Night, Bloody Night" is the ugly New Yorker cousin of "Black Christmas"; rough looking and jittery from too many sleepless nights shooting speed with the Warhol crew. Candy Darling passed away the same month the movie came out, and James Patterson died two year's earlier when it was shot. It all adds to the general unhappy atmosphere of the picture. As anyone from the Northeast can tell you, winter isn't always beautiful, it's often bleak, barren and dirty; Theodore Gershuny's movie imperfectly captures that aspect.

   

"To All a Goodnight" (1980) on Youtube

     Nothing says Christmas like David Hess. The dean of 70s rape-o sleazoid roles, Hess specialized in playing completely irredeemable scumbag's, most notably as Krug in Wes Craven's "Last House on the Left" and then in the Italian production's "House on the Edge of the Park" and "Hitch Hike". He's also the only person involved in our Christmas movie series who hit on one of my friend's. It was a number of year's ago at a con and Hess was selling his newly printed shirt's reading "Women Love David Hess". My best friend was the first person to purchase one. Hess was elated, asking her to try it on and model it. Then he told her she should come back later in the show. Repeatedly. "No, really come back later." My friend never did take the man up on his offer, but within a year or two Hess was no longer with us, and that incident became a fond memory of a true B movie legend, who had an eye for the ladies even into his late sixties.

     "To All A Goodnight" is Hess' sole full length directorial effort. The fact that the sleazo supremo of drive-in cinema directed a Christmas movie somehow makes sense when viewed as one more chapter in a biography which includes writing song's for Elvis and penning English dubbing script's for Fassbender film's. He was a true show biz hustler, going wherever the money was. In 1980 he stepped behind the camera to give us this low budget rip-off/cash in of both "Friday the 13th" and the "All Through the House" segment of "Tales From the Crypt".

   
     We open on a pre credit sequence at "Calvin Finishing School for Girls", "Christmas Vacation Two Years Ago". It's shot with a foggy lens vignette, making the action almost indecipherable as opposed to dreamy. A group of girl's and an axe wielding Santa chase a girl through the house. Everyone seems to be having a fun time until the girl being chased accidentally plummets to her death.

     The main title sequence has a kick ass minimalist synth score. Unfortunately, the music in most of the rest of the picture isn't quite as great. During the kill scenes, though, there is some analog awesomeness.

     The movie picks back up during "Christmas Vacation The Present". A PA speaker makes endless announcements ala MASH as the student's leave for break. A group of six girl's are staying at the school during vacation, along with Mrs. Jensen (Katherine Herrington) who cooks and takes care of them and Ralph (Buck West) the lumbering simpleton red herring who enjoys barging into their rooms with garden shears. The girl's are planning on using their time off to hook up with a literal plane load of guys the boyfriend of Leia (Judith Bridges)-a somewhat annoying combination of Laraine Newman and PJ Soles - is flying in with. Soon, the bodies begin to pile up as a murderous Santa begins knocking off student's. The kill scene's are fun, the best one being a crossbow/decapitation combo on a bearskin rug; the severed noggin later makes an appearance as a shower head (what was it Chekov said about severed head's in drama?). The killer goes about their business in an orderly fashion, usually killing one couple at a time; the OCD part of my brain appreciated this patterned carnage.

     Hess made his name portraying character's specializing in unwanted advances towards women. It's interesting to note that as an auteur he creates a world in which the female's are ravenously sexual horndog's. Oddly, he also seems to think young college girl's would rather sleep with a cop who looks like a Long Island used car dealer than their handsome, plane owning boyfriend. The Hess worldview is an interesting thing.

     Alex Rebar, writer and star of "The Incredible Melting Man", penned the movie and his screenplay whittles down the slasher to it's most essential elements; it's basic even by the genre's standards. He'll generally gather the character's together in one location where they sit and engage in uninteresting dialogue, until one or two inevitably split from the group to be killed. Of course there's plenty of sex, as well discussion of getting beer and getting of said beer. More than one scene takes place in the glow of an open refrigerator. The lack of score for chunk's of the picture forces the viewer to uncomfortably notice the bland dialogue and awkward acting. Jennifer Runyon, though, who plays Nancy the virginal final girl, gives a totally decent performance.

     "To All a Goodnight" is just as grimy and artless as you'd expect a movie directed by David Hess to be. The cinematography is so murky and dark at times it becomes difficult to tell whats happening. One thing that really would have made this movie great would've been if Hess himself had stepped out from behind the camera and acted in it. It could use some of the ferocious, dangerous energy he brought to the screen.  But, if you dig low budget trash, there's some good stuff to be found here. For one, it's the only Christmas movie with classic porn star Harry Reems in it (he plays a small role as a pilot). The entire end of the picture attains the sort of dreamlike surreal atmosphere accessible only through psychotronic strangeness. There's a plane propeller death scene at the crack of dawn which has a strange feel to it. Also, throughout the last part of the movie, Leah, who has gone mad, sings and dances through the darkened house where the killer stalks. She is a haunting, unsettling image. If this sounds like it's your thing, then I say screw the "Hess Truck", make this "Hess Flick" your new holiday tradition.

"Elves" (1989) on YouTube and screening 12/21 at Cinefamily

"When there's no more room in hell, the elves will walk the Earth."

     "Elves" has got more Nazi occultism, eugenics, animal murder, human murder, elf murder, smoking, incest and Dan Haggerty than almost any other holiday movie out there. Even more than the Grizzly Adams Christmas special. It's the kind of surreal crap only to be found once upon a time on a dusty video store shelf.

     Kirsten (Julie Austin) and her friend's (Laura Lichstein, Stacey Dye) have formed the "Society of Anti-Christmas", because I guess they really hate Christmas. They gather in the wood's one night around a forbidden book of Kirsten's grandfather's to perform a ceremony. After she shows the gal's her design for their mascot, the "Virgin of Anti-Christmas" ("I dreamed those art deco boob's. Cool, huh?"), she accidentally cuts her hand, spilling blood on the ground. The girl's high tail it out of there without noticing that the blood has summoned an evil "Elf" from the ground. The creature is a rubbery, inarticulate little creep who stalks Kirsten for the rest of the running time.

     Kirsten's home life is an abusive, dysfunctional house of horror's. Upon returning home, her grandfather (Borah Silver) jack slaps her twice in the face for taking his book, then her insane mother (Deanna Lund) informs her that her savings account will be cleaned out as punishment. This movie should really be about Kirsten calling the Department of Social Service's, but she actually seems to take everything in stride. Later, she is spied on by her Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pajama clad pervert brother Willy (Christopher Graham) while in the shower.

     "I'm not a pervert, I like seeing naked girl's"

     "I'm your fuckin' sister!"

     "And you got fuckin' big tit's, and I'll tell everybody I saw 'em!"

This flick is front loaded with some seriously mind twisting dialogue. Thing's get weirder when as punishment Kirsten wrestles him...on a bed. I don't know, either.

     Willy is attacked in his sleep by the Elf. Afterwards he describes it looking "like a ninja, but a Gremlin...it was a fucking little ninja troll". You know, one of those. I desperately had to resist the urge to just let this review turn into a transcription of every line of dialogue in the movie.

      We're introduced to disgraced ex-detective Mike (Dan Haggerty) outside the department store where Kirsten works looking a little bit homeless, a little bit mentally ill and a lot bit alcoholic. He's watching a street band who's real instrument's apparently make the sound's of synthesized instrument's. The parade of nightmarish tragedy in Kirsten's life continues when at the very same time that the store Santa is propositioning her for a blowjob, her mother is at home drowning her cat...in the toilet. The store Santa is promptly fired and then is stabbed to death in the dick while he is chopping out line's of blow. Is this the most consistently entertaining Christmas movie? Maybe.

     Mike scores the newly vacant store Santa job. Needing a place to live, he crashes at the store after hours. The three girl's wanting a late night place to try on ugly 80's outfit's, eat donut's and hook up with dude's are also in the store after closing. A group of Nazi cultists who have been following Kirsten invade the store killing one of Kirsten's girlfriends in the process. Her other friend is stabbed to death by the Elf. Mike comes to Kirsten's defense and unloads some serious ammo on these sleazy Third Reich bozo's. Kirsten and Mike are bound together by this experience, and needless to say both are fired the next day when the authorities and management discover the bloodbath.

     Through sly detective work by Mike- and by that I mean he barges into a guy's house on Christmas Eve demanding to know about Elves and Nazi's- and thing's learned from Kirsten's grandfather, we find out that Elves were genetically engineered by the Nazi's to carry the DNA of the master race and when bred with a virgin on Christmas Eve they will usher in what is foretold in the book of Revelation. Now we know why everyone's after Kirsten. A shocking plot twist late in the picture regarding her parentage kind of makes this the "Chinatown" of apocalyptic Nazi yuletide conspiracy movie's.

    Haggerty's performance as the world weary, down on his luck ex-detective is pretty damn good. He plays it so low key you can't tell if he's phoning it in or not. I'd like to think he was psyched to deliver line's such as, "I wanna know the connection between the Elves and the Nazi's." I know I would be. He smokes so much that this movie should come with a Surgeon General warning. I'm pretty sure he eats cigarette's. 

     "Elves" is a "bad" movie, but it isn't a bad movie. Jeffrey Mandel keeps the batshit fun moving along at a good clip and it has a sense of humor about itself. It's available on YouTube, but if you're in LA, it's playing this Sunday 12/21 at the world's greatest movie theater aka Cinefamily. I highly recommend checking it out, as I bet it plays great with an audience. Fella's make sure to wear your TMNT pj's, and ladies bring your art deco boob's, it's sure to be a Haggerty good time. 

    

      

   

"Babes In Toyland" (1961) on Netflix

   

     Here we go, folks. From now through the end of the year it's going to be 100% Christmas movies here at the blog. We've taken a couple week's off; two week's that have sped by in a mad orgy of shopping, decorating and sickness (I'm convinced this head cold will be with me until May). But, we're back and ready to dive into some seasonal shizzle. We lead off with a Disney picture from 1961. It's by far the most family friendly of the stuff we'll be looking at. Things are going to get darker, weirder and sleazier after this one.

     I don't think I was aware of "Babes In Toyland" until I spent an evening reading up on Tommy Kirk's filmography (what? do you do something better with your Saturday night's?) Kirk was a mainstay of live action Disney movie's and therefore was a staple of my youth. I've always been more interested in the live action Disney movie's than in their classic animated work's. Of course I watched picture's like "Snow White", "Pinocchio", "Dumbo" and "Bambi" as a kid, and always went to see them in the theatre when they were re-released, but they weren't something I revisited often. The live action stuff, though, I watched frequently; usually Sunday afternoon's when we went to my grandparent's house. I would watch flick's like "Follow Me Boys", "Bedknobs and Broomsticks", "The Absent Minded Professor" and "The Shaggy Dog" over and over. The great Disney animated work's always felt a bit overwhelming, I couldn't crawl inside them comfortably. They were piece's of art in a museum not to be touched. The live action movie's seemed more fun and welcoming; portal's I could climb through into mid 20th century American pop culture. And more than anyone else, Tommy Kirk represents that world. Annette Funicello had the Frankie Avalon beach movie's and Skippy ad's, Kurt Russell became Kurt Russell, but Tommy Kirk never had that iconic second act to his career, and so he remains in my mind purely as an entity of the Disney-verse. I was surprised upon reading his filmography that I had never seen "Babes In Toyland", because from the description it seemed like it was meant to be a jewel in the Disney crown. After viewing the picture, though, it's clear why it isn't as well regarded as Uncle Walt hoped it would be. I'm including it as part of our Christmas movie series, because I thought it was going to be more holiday oriented than it is. But, the plot partially involves making toy's for Santa and the last scene is a dreamy winter wonderland, so I say it counts.

     We are welcomed to Mother Goose Land by Mother Goose (Mary McCarty) and her talking goose, Sylvester. The curtain's pull back on a candy colored wonderland that happens to look a lot like something you would find at Disneyland. An upbeat musical number introduces us to the village and character's such as Jack-be-Nimble (John Perri), whose ass catches on fire when the imagineered, ever growing candle he jumps gets too tall and Simple Simon (Jerry Glen), whose pie routine is ruined by a twerp kid who throws a banana peel on the ground. It all builds to a rousing lemonade toast to the impending nuptials of our two clean cut lead's, Mary and Tom. Funicello radiates her trademark wholesome sweetness and Tommy Sands has got a hell of a head of hair.

     From his house high above the village, Barnaby (Ray Bolger), spies on the merriment. Mustachioed, wearing a cape and top hat, Barnaby is an arch villain in the Snidely Whiplash tradition. Lit with green and purple, his lair looks like another great theme park attraction. He knows that Mary will come into a great deal of money once she marries and so he wants to wed Mary in order to gain her fortune. He hires Gonzorgo (Henry Calvin) and Roderigo (Gene Sheldon) to bump off Tom. They're essentially Laurel and Hardy knock off's, though Roderigo has a bit of Harpo Marx and perhaps a sprinkle of Huntz Hall thrown into the mix, as well. Laurel and Hardy had great success in the 1934 version of "Babes In Toyland" so the connection to the team is not without precedent.

     Director Jack Donahue handles the unreal, high stylization of the movie well. When Gonzorgo and Roderigo bonk Tom on the head in order to abduct him, star's fly from his cranium and he is smashed halfway into the ground and when Barnaby entices them with money they are literally mesmerized by dollar signs and the glow of the piggy bank. You can tell there was an effort being made with this production to try and craft a live action version of an animated film. The strange result is a picture that feels more like an adaptation of a Rank/Bass "animagic" effort than a Disney animated feature.

     Wanting to make a buck, Gonzorgo and Roderigo sell Tom to the Gypsies instead of killing him. Later, they rip off Mary's herd of colored sheep with which she makes her money. It's all part of Barnaby's plan to back her into a financial corner so she has to marry him.

     It should be said that if I encountered this film as a kid, I would have hated it. Musical's were not my thing. When I was six or seven, my father took me to his company's Christmas party for children. The event was held at a local movie theatre and they were showing the 1967 Rex Harrison musical version of "Doctor Doolittle", a movie whose two and a half hours felt like an attention span death march. I couldn't hack it. Overcome by sheer boredom I asked my pop if we could leave early (I did get a sweet toy at the party, so it wasn't a total loss). "Babes In Toyland" is long-perhaps not "Doolittle" long, but long enough- and the wall to wall singing that fills a majority of it's running time would test the patience of a youngster from any era. As a 35 year old , though, I actually quite like musical's and there are some good number's here. Bolger's "Castle In Spain" performance is fun and features a nice bit of dancing with a sentient fountain. Annette's "I Can't Do The Sum" is the highlight of the movie, for me. It's a catchy, lysergic sequence featuring multi-colored Annette's singing together.

     Barnaby almost succeeds in his plan to marry Mary (where you going to?), but a wrench is thrown into the work's when the very same gypsies Tommy was sold to arrive in town. After performing a musical number in old lady gypsy drag, Tommy reveals himself to Mary and foils Barnaby.

     Next up, Mary and Tom head off to the "Forest of No Return" in search of the kid's who went there to rescue Mary's stolen sheep. The forest is another awesome set, cartoonishly spooky and ominous- again in a Disneyland kind of way. They are soon accosted by a group of talking tree's who are positively Krofft-esque. It seriously seems like Sid and Marty decided to base their entire aesthetic on this forest of man-in-a-rubber-suit tree's. After being captured, Tom, Mary and the kid's are all forced to go see the tree's master, The Toymaker (Ed Wynn).

     The Toymaker is the mad ruler of the crumbling empire of Toyland. He works in his seemingly abandoned city with his assistant Grumio (the ever awesome Tommy Kirk), creating insane toy's such as a doll that comes pre-broken. Grumio has invented a machine to help them that can instantly make any toy. The Toymaker, because he's crazy, instantly overloads the machine with request's. The machine literally cries for help before it's eyeball's explode. Then the Toymaker orders Grumio to go kill himself, telling him "invent something to destroy yourself".

     Christmas is approaching and the Toymaker worries he will not have Santa's toy's ready for him. To help him with this problem, Tommy and Mary happily offer up the children as assembly line sweatshop labor. Instead of killing himself, Grumio invents a shrink ray. The Toymaker praises him as a genius before Tommy inquires how exactly this is ray is going to help make toy's. His labile effect continues and the Toymaker again becomes a violently abusive monster to Grumio. Barnaby gains possession of the ray and uses it to raise hell at the workshop. It's up to now micro sized Tommy to lead a stop motion army of wooden soldier's against him in a Crayola colored slapstick melee.

     There's one thing that bothers me. Spoilers follow. Despite the fact that Barnaby is defeated at the end, the film never addresses the outcome of the Toymaker storyline. Did he ever make enough toy's for Santa? Or, does this film simply omit the tragedy of a Christmas where all the children of the world woke up disappointed? Did this failure send the Toymaker into a spiral of despair that ended with the murder-suicide of Grumio and himself? I don't know.

     Between the casting of Ray Bolger and the haunted forest sequence, it's clear that Disney wanted to evoke memories of "The Wizard of Oz"; it seems as if he wanted this to be the live action film that reached the height's of his animated masterwork's. What he got instead is an odd picture that doesn't even rank among the best of the studio's live action output. The movie often feels like one long Disneyland attraction, and how much that idea appeals to you will go a long way in predicting your enjoyment level.
       

"The Mask of Fu Manchu" (1932) on Warner Archive Instant

"They have way's in the East of shattering the strongest courage."  

     Myrna Loy may be my favorite actress of all time. Her and William Powell in "The Thin Man" picture's (mostly just the first two) epitomize the breezy, witty elegance I love about old Hollywood. Their performance's and intoxicating (pun intended) chemistry together are what make the film's so wonderful- not the workmanlike direction (despite some fine work by James Wong Howe), not the screenplay which doesn't do justice to the source material- "The Thin Man" is a screen classic because it's star's willed it to be by being so damn charismatic and watchable. Well, Dashiell Hammett's essential novel has to be credited, too. Even though it's richness and dark side were watered down in translation to the screen, it's sense of humor remained intact, and Loy and Powell perfectly capture the dynamics of the crime solving couple. Two year's before "The Thin Man" would make her a bona fide Hollywood legend, Loy acted in a picture based on one of author Sax Rohmer's "yellow peril" novel's, "The Mask of Fu Manchu". It's representative of the kinds of role's Loy was given before her ascendancy to superstardom. Her angelic, yet somewhat exotic looks often caused her to be cast in non-Caucasian part's. "Thirteen Women", also available through WAI, is another great example. Loy had been in the business almost a decade and had made around eighty movie's before the film that made her career. Her "Fu Manchu" co-star was someone who understood taking the long road. Despite having been in Hollywood for 15 year's, Boris Karloff had only just become the King of the Monster's the year before in "Frankenstein".

     Sir Lionel Barton (Lawrence Grant) has been tasked with finding the tomb of Genghis Khan, on the edge of the Gobi Desert. The British Government must find it before the fiendish supervillain Dr. Fu Manchu (Karloff) does. They fear if he obtains Khan's mask and sword he will lead the East against the West. But, before Sir Lionel leaves the British Museum on his quest he is kidnapped by Fu Manchu's agent's who have been hiding in sarcophagi.

     We are introduced to Fu Manchu in his stylish lair of supervillainy, working in his laboratory. His distorted reflection flank's him, showing the true face of his twisted soul. Sir Lionel refuses when he is tempted with money to divulge the tomb's location. He's then subjected to the "torture of the bell", where he is placed below a giant bell and made to endure it's ceaseless tolling. As we watch the torture continue, Fu Manchu is established as a truly merciless, evil character. Despite the makeup he wears, Karloff portrays Fu Manchu in a rather straightforward manner, not using the offensive, stereotypical dialect often employed by actor's in "yellow face".

     "I ask you to receive a message from my ugly, insignificant daughter.", is how Fu Manchu introduces Fah So Lee (Myrna Loy) to an audience of his devotee's. It's a hoot seeing Nora Charles herself keep a straight face while delivering ominous dialogue of silly gravitas.

     Sheila (Karen Morley), Sir Lionel's daughter, accompanies the British expedition to the tomb, where they find Khan's treasure. Fu Manchu's men stage a raid on the house where the Brit's are staying. This leads to some fairly violent pre-code moment's when one of the archaeologist's is stabbed in the back and shoots his attacker before dying. Later, Sir Lionel's severed hand falls out of a tree (yeah...you read that right) as a warning to the group.

     Terrence (Charles Starrett), Sheila's beau, acquiesces to the threat and brings the sword to Fu Manchu's lair. In a fantastically staged and shot sequence an obvious Karloff stunt double conducts electricity into the weapon, reducing it to nothing. The 1930s must've been a great time to own an electrical equipment company in Hollywood. Why have movie laboratories stopped being made up of thing's which buzz and produce lightening? Modern realism is so aesthetically unpleasing. Throughout the picture, the evocative, shadowy cinematography of Tony Gaudio gets the most out of some really great set's. It may be the B-grade material of serial's, but it's given an A-list treatment here.

     Enraged by what he believes to be an attempt to trick him with a fake sword, Fu Manchu orders Terry to be tortured. Fah So Lee sees to this in a moment of pre-code kink, having her servant's whip him over and over, while orgiastically yelling "Faster! Faster!". Loy's wardrobe throughout the film is ridiculously wonderful and exotic. She portrays the arch villainy of her character here with the same ease as the light hearted comedy for which she'd become known.

     The violence continues to escalate when Sir Lionel's corpse is dumped at the house where the British team is staying. Nayland Smith (Lewis Stone) of the British Secret Service, the chief government agent there, goes to an opium den he believes to be connected with Fu Manchu to investigate. In a proto Indiana Jones moment, he fall's through a trap door into a snake filled subterranean lair and is captured by the fiendish Doctor.

     The torture's of Terry persist when he is subjected to an injection of Fu Manchu's mind control formula in a completely mad scene of baroque pulp weirdness. Fu Manchu extracts the poison from a tarantula, then allows a snake to bite one of the black servant's who line the room, in order to take the venom from him. Fah So Lee observes the proceeding's, smoking her pipe, surrounded by her servant's; the camera holds her cruel beauty in close-up.

     Using Terry as his instrument, Fu Manchu gains possession of the sword. Will he use his new power to conquer the world? Will Nayland Smith be able to extricate himself from the pit of crocodile's and stop him? Will Sheila be sacrificed? Will Terry become the love slave of Fah So Lee (as torture's go, that one ain't so bad)? It all comes to a head during a scene of wholesale slaughter by electrocution.

     Fu Manchu is the personification of the Anglo fear of losing the seat of privilege and control in society. This paranoia reaches it's psychotic crescendo in a scene where Fu Manchu urges his follower's to, "Kill the white man and take his women." Indeed, the last scene in the film, showing a servile, homely Chinese man waiting on our heroes is a racist reaffirmation of the Caucasian status quo.

     Outmoded, offensive racial views aside, "Mask of Fu Manchu" is still a hell of a good time. It's premise is antiquated and outdated, but the story is told in such a bold, unrestrained manner that it's tough to resist. Violence, drug den's, severed hand's, wanton sexuality- it's pre-code nature allows the film to indulge the most lurid and fun element's of pulp fiction. Karloff portrays Fu Manchu with his trademark gentlemanly malevolence. Four year's before Elsa Lanchester held the screen with him in "Bride of Frankenstein", Myrna Loy proved herself worthy of the task, matching Karloff with her elegant physical presence.

"Tomorrow's Children" (1934) on Youtube

 "The doc here just wants to cut a little of the badness out of me."

     Eugenics and America have a weird, extensive history together, one that has been cast into the shadow's of history. Before the whole Hitler thing put the kibosh on selective breeding, sterilization for select individuals was supported and encouraged by both science and the American government. In researching legendary circus attraction Schlitzie the pinhead for my review of "Freaks", I discovered the 1934 picture "Tomorrow's Children" which deals with the then contemporary social issue head on. Directed by future "House of Wax", "He Walked By Night" and "Mysterious Island" screenwriter Crane Wilbur, it's a somewhat confused take on what is still an uncomfortable chapter in the American story.

     Fresh faced couple Jim (Carlyle Moore Jr.) and Alice (Diane Sinclair) are young and in love. Jim has a bright future in the laundry business and is eager to get hitched. Nancy, though, is saddled with a terrible home life taking care of her irresponsible, alcoholic parent's and disabled brother's. The film gets off to a bleak start, with her drunken louse of a father (Arthur Wanzer) getting the news that his baby has been still born. "One less mouth to feed.", he replies.

     The pathetic sadness continues when Nancy goes to see her mother (Sarah Padden). "Poor lucky little devil", her mother says, referring to the dead baby. Later as the doctor's discuss the incident, one of them expresses relief, saying, "Good thing, too. She already had a house full of idiot's and cripple's." This film is an incredible repository of callous, insensitive dialogue, especially when viewed through the cultural prism of the 21st Century. "...see, have I gotta sock ya to say yes?", is Jim's romantic marriage proposal to Alice, and unable to resist the charm of threatened physical abuse, the lucky little lady agrees.

     Right on the heel's of this happy occasion, Nancy is hit by some really bad news, courtesy of a social worker waiting at her house. She's poor, and her family won't stop having kid's, so what does the government want to do? Why sterilize the whole clan, of course. Their reasoning is, "Most of the past three generation's have been feeble minded...each generation more of a problem..". Alice escapes from the house and hops a train where she is almost sexually assaulted by a hobo. She jumps off and gets a ride from a kindly man who turns out to be a sheriff (Dick Rush...great name). He delivers her to the very court she was trying to avoid in the first place. In one day Nancy's life has turned into a misogynistic Kafkaesque nightmare.

     Inside the courtroom, Schlitzie stands before the judge (Frank LaRue), who sentences him to sterilization. Dressed in men's clothing and sporting a beard, it's incredible how normal the microcephalic freak show performer appears. The judge seems to pass the same sentence on every defendant who is brought before him: forced sterilization. Every defendant, that is, except the pervy creepo who moment's earlier, in a moment of pre-code titillation, ripped off a nurses clothing. He has a Senator representing him thanks to his daddy's political connection's, so the judge reverses his order.

     Jim convinces Dr. Brooks (Donald Douglas) to argue Alice's case, but the judge will hear none of it. Nancy is condemned to sterilization. Brooks feels responsible for Nancy's situation and vows to help her. Throughout the picture, I kept viewing it as a dystopian, fascist alternate version of America and had to keep reminding myself that what's portrayed in the film isn't so far from the actuality of what was happening in the country at the time.

          At the hospital Schlitzie is prepared for his procedure. Spike (Hyram A. Hoover), the other poor mope sentenced to the same fate, is scared they are going to chop off his manhood, but Dr. Brooks gives him an enthusiastic and detailed description of the operation that plays like an educational film put out by the vasectomy society. Here it becomes unclear what the film's stance is on the issue. Dr. Brooks, crusader of low income people's right to procreate, sure is gung ho about the idea when it comes to delinquent's like Spike and Schlitzie. So is this not so much an anti-eugenics picture as a eugenics reform picture? Is it an argument for the fair and just use of forced sterilization? I'm not sure.

     Dr. Brooks tries unsuccessfully tries to convince his boss, Dr. McIntyre (W. Messenger Bellis...another great name) to spare Nancy, arguing that the poor are unfairly targeted and that eugenics would have robbed history of some it's greatest mind's. As the clock ticks closer to Nancy's surgery, Brooks rushes to her house in a last ditch effort to try and convince her mother to sign a form exonerating her.

     "Tomorrow's Children" is a strange low budget relic of both Hollywood and America'a past. A sterilization thriller about the right's of the individual versus the cold logic of the system; Frank Capra by way of David Cronenberg. It's a message picture, but one so muddled it's unclear what exactly the message is.