Zombos’ Closet…a vast trove of endearingly cheap thrills, including movie and book reviews, and scans of his collections of cinema pressbooks, goofy paper-cutout Halloween decorations, and his amazing collection of Mexican lobby cards from B-grade films. If you have time to descend into a serious rabbit-hole of marvelous trash-culture nostalgia, visit that site just as soon as you possibly can.” (DangerousMinds.net)
I picked up Marvel’s Doc Savage, The Man of Bronze magazine, issue two, dated 1975, recently at my favorite comic shop, Fourth World Comics. Of course, I read this issue during its original run, but I gave up my comic book collection some years ago, and seeing it for cheap, I couldn’t resist. Looked like some geezer collector unloaded his collection at the shop so there were lots of magazines and comics–of my favorite vintage–all priced to travel fast. Yeah, us older collectors: we don’t just fade away, we fizzle and sputter, lessen the load, then fade away. But before then, we do like to reread the old stuff on paper. Yes! Paper dammit!
Ron Ely was the perfect Doc Savage trapped in an imperfect 1975 movie by George Pal. For some bizarre reason, Pal channeled the campiness of the Adam West Batman series into Doc Savage: The Man of Bronze with terminal effect. One and done, and ever since, Doc fans have been waiting through the endless machinations of Hollywood to get it right. At various points in time, Chuck Connors (The Rifleman), Arnold Schwarzenegger, and Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson and Chris Helmsworth were associated with bringing the pulp-hero forerunner to Superman back to the screen. A few attempts at television also fizzled. With the current format of streaming stories, now’s the time to greenlight Doc Savage again into a multi-episode offering instead of a single movie. While we wait, here’s Ely’s interview for the magazine.
Skip Homeier (as Emil) plays a German boy indoctrinated in the Hitler Youth movement. He is sent to America to live with his uncle, in the hope he can be deprogrammed. First a successful stage play, where Homeier also played Emil, both play and movie are still relevant (even more so) today. Homeier had a long and busy acting career in both movies and television. He played a Nazi officer in the original Star Trek episode Patterns of Force, and a space hippie in the wildly odd ST episode This Way to Eden. And, as Svengoolie would reluctantly admit, he also appeared in Perry Mason episodes.
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Take One False Step is not a standout for noir crime movies, but it has William Powell (of Philo Vance and Nick Charles notoriety) and Shelley Winters. She is always etched in my mind after watching the 1975 episode of Johnny Carson where she dumped her drink over Oliver Reed’s head after his misogynistic comment to her. You didn’t diss Ms. Winters, who won academy awards and played her own woman in her strong Hollywood career. Her role as the ill-fated Willa in The Night of the Hunter (one of the best noir horrors directed by Charles Laughton, his only time as director), which leads to a chilling and surreal underwater scene of her dead body tied to a Ford Model T is classic and unforgettable. One wonders what other cinematic delicacies Laughton would have provided to the screen had he continued to direct.
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Twenty pages of promotion for the Ministry of Fear, 1944, in a large format pressbook, does justice to this intriguing noir suspense thriller about a man who wins a cake but doesn’t have the time to eat it because of Nazi saboteurs. Ray Milland (as Stephen Neale) plays the perfect patsy for accidentally getting in the middle of spy-full things. Making matters worse for him are his recent release from a mental ward and his sincere confusion as to what he’s exactly mixed up in, real or not. Fritz Lang directs with sufficient gloom and shadows and unpleasant people. Given Lang’s background, fear and paranoia move throughout the movie, and the wartime London intrigue keeps the environment tense. “The use of low-key lighting and oblique camera angles heightens tension and mirrors Stephen Neale’s psychological turmoil” (Movie Star History). I would add that Ray Milland’s eyes and face convey it all. See him in The Uninvited (1944) and The Big Clock (1948) too.
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Binge watching the streams and eye-balling the books falling off the shelf. What a life.
Ever since I was laid off from my full-time job of eleven years I’ve been working part-time. That means the other part-time portion of my life is spent staying up late (thinking of you Joe Franklin) to rewatch all the shows and movies I’ve seen over the years while tallying up the new ones clogging the channels.
There’s something nostalgic and potentially mortifying when you do that. Nostalgic because you have fond memories of times spent in and around those shows, and mortifying when you approach them again with adult eyes, sometimes forcing you to figure out what your younger mind was thinking back then. Or, worse yet, generating friction between those memories and the reality of now. Times do change. What was fun and engrossing THEN can become but-that’s-not-how-I-remembered-it! So holding to those fixed points can be a mixed-up bag of rapture and remembrance or rupture and disappointment. For the most part, though, if nothing else, it helps keep the gray cells sparking along and can show how much you’ve grown (or not). Funny too, while time may change, it often repeats events, just swapping out old windows for new, but the dressing stays the same.
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I’m a sucker for flashback noirs, I admit it. Give me D.O.A and I can watch it over and over again, though sometimes the dialog gets too syrupy. Give me Murder, My Sweet, with William Powell, and you can wipe the drool from my lips because I’ll be too busy watching Powell’s Philip Marlowe, private detective, getting squeezed like a tangerine by Mike Mazurki (as Moose Malloy), while Moose gets squeezed by memories of Velma (Claire Trevor), who Moose he hires a reluctant Marlowe to find. Moose may be short a third rail but he can squeeze real good. And Marlowe keeps getting squeezed by everybody, which makes this version of Raymond Chandler’s Farwell, My Lovely, a knockout punch. Powell, a musical comedy actor who yearned for more dramatic roles, bit off all he could chew with the role, and, aside from Robert Mitchum, makes the perfect onscreen Marlowe. This movie set the bar for noir movies to follow, with its snappy dialog, dreamy visuals, and characters that moved between dark and light with their desires in the urban environment. I became a Raymond Chandler, Rex Stout fan, having read their novels, between midnight and dawn, while working at Casablanca records as a night guard back in the 1970s in New York City. Now if Hollywood can actually do a decent Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin movie, I’d be aces.
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I was rummaging around in Cousin Estil’s footlocker the other night when I came across a rare find: two pairs of 3D glasses. One pair had one red and one green lens, and the other pair had two gray-colored lenses. I knew exactly what I was holding in my hands and in a sense was a telling history of the use of 3D in the movies.
Ahh…3D. People either hated it or loved it. I remember my first 3D movie when I was a little kid. It was House of Wax with Vincent Price. I remember all the ballyhoo about the 3D effects, especially concerning the paddleball sequence where the fellow was hitting them into the audience. That effect brought ooohs and ahhhhs from the audience members. I was too young to really appreciate the effect and what it meant from a motion picture standpoint, I just enjoyed the movie.
Oddly enough, that is the only 3D movie I recall seeing, well, that and its companion Phantom of the Rue Morgue. I don’t know if my parents weren’t impressed enough to go see any others or what. The next 3D movies I saw were September Storm in 1960, and The Mask in early 1962. …
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Orson Welles had a column in the New York Graphic (sic), called “Orson Welles’ Almanac,” in which he wrote: “Plant things that grow above the ground today, and go immediately to the Strand Theatre in Brooklyn and see a “B” minus picture called When Strangers Marry. It’s A plus entertainment but because it’s a quickie without any names on it, When Strangers Marry hasn’t had much of a play. Making allowances for its bargain-price budget, I think you’ll agree with me that it’s one of the most gripping and effective pictures of the year. It isn’t as slick as Double Indemnity or as glossy as Laura, but it’s better acted and better directed by William Castle than either.” (Wellesnet)
Betrayed (aka When Strangers Marry) is a William Castle revelation. We usually peg Castle as the carnival midway-styled showman and director who gave us memorably classic (albeit cheaply) rendered movies promoted with theater gimmicks. But Castle, who was smart enough to nab film rights to, and desperately yearned to direct, Rosemary’s Baby, and who collaborated with Orson Welles on Lady From Shanghai (a noir that beats other noirs silly), was one hell of a director without the gimmicks too. He also was greatly disappointed to find out he wouldn’t be directing Lady, although he had nabbed the film rights to that one too. Not only was he a good director, he also knew a good movie prospect when he saw one.
In Betrayed, Robert Mitchum, Kim Hunter, and Dean Jagger stretch the noir shadows when the obscenely rich guy wearing the Lion’s head mask and flashing thousands of dollars he hated to go home with winds up dead. Castle keeps the short running time (61 minutes) ticking by with suspense and creative use of the camera as it prowls around the threadbare sets and setups. His foreshadowing nods are a master class; simple but direct. With three (“without any names”) killer actors to help him, and a filmed story that stays razor-focused, and a nice-touch Hitchcockian cameo by Castle, this movie deserves more respect and inspection. Here’s the pressbook from Monogram.
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Secret passageways, creeping stalkers prowling at night, love triangles complicating relationships like guys and gals had nothing else to do, and intrepid women reporters, tough as nails, always screaming on cue. Ah, the early days of mystery and intrigue. Oh, and toss in that crazy scientist conducting brain experiments (which was a scripting go-to back then for some reason), a “Thing” kidnapping that spunky reporter (through those convenient sliding panel beckoning hidden passageways), and that close-by sanitarium as the main hideout. Don’t you also miss those days of naming actors with catchy nicknames like “Big Boy” Williams in the credits? I don’t recall women ever getting nifty nicknames, do you?
One more thing (no, not that Thing). I mention The Phantom because it is recognized as having influenced the horror genre and was an early independent film (Artclass Pictures Corp.) with horror elements. (See The Phantom (1931): Hollywood’s First Independent Horror Movie for a critical analysis.)
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Here’s another bit of movie history brought to you by It Came From Hollywood…hmm…they seem to have a big closet too.
Here’s one from Hammer Films you probably don’t know about (assuming you’re a longtime horror fan, that is). Along with Associated British Picture Corp, The Crimson Blade (aka The Scarlet Blade), mixed it up with spotty history and bad boy Oliver Reed, got nominated for a BAFTA for best cinematography, and didn’t impress the critics who were looking for more action.
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Dan Duryea normally played the “smarmy, sinister psycho” (Eddie Muller, Noir Alley) villain in the 1940’s, but in this one, he’s more a hero with flaws. In this newspaper noir, he plays a down and out newspaper man looking for a comeback. This Mexican lobby card pulls illustrations from the original poster art and a posed action inset photo in a dynamic way.
I posted the Anglo Amalgamated pressbook back in 2019. Here’s the American Releasing Corporation’s campaign manual for Day the World Ended and The Phantom from 10,000 Leagues. Day the World Ended cost around $96,000 to produce, but raked in a nifty $400,000 at the box office. The highlight of the movie is the mutated monster (lovingly known as Marty) created by Paul Blaisdell. Due to the foam rubber construction, getting it wet caused near drowning for Paul, who liked to play what he created in spite of the challenges. While the movie is a cheapie done in 10 days, it is now a classic B terror because of its cold war fear, good and simple story, the necessarily tight scene framing on a budget (using the Bronson Caverns and the Sportsman’s Lodge restaurant’s pond at Ventura Boulevard in San Fernando Valley), and monster Marty, looking somewhat goofy if you’re an adult, but very terrifying if you’re not. Corman and his crew had to end shooting at the pond by the time the restaurant opened for dinner.
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