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Azteca/Mexican Lobby Cards

Curse of the Faceless Man (1958)
Mexican Lobby Card

This is one of those horror movies that seems to impress more than its production should warrant. The music is pretty good for a budget horror, and the love storyline, of ancient man and reincarnated woman, brings a certain tragedy and out of time element to it all. But Richard Anderson was practically comatose throughout, and the voice-over wasn't needed. Still, once the music kicks in and Quintilus rises, albeit slowly, there's a definite eerie mood that begs you to yearn for more (an effect I also experienced with The She-Creature).

Curse of the faceless man lobby

The Tiger Woman (1944)
Mexican Lobby Card

By now you probably have gotten the feeling I'm into Republic Pictures Serials, and jungle movies. Now, if Linda Stirling had actually worn the outfit shown in the illustration for this Mexican lobby card, well, I'd have liked that too. Of course, there are social considerations to discuss and argue in these older jungle movies and serials: how white men and women always seem to find themselves ruling over native tribes, and unlikely stuff like that. Or how the prop and art departments kept coming up with mismatching wardrobes for the culture and time period (yes, budget, I know). I wouldn't mind, though, wearing those puffy pants (see the inset scene). Those are awesome. And don't forget the boots.

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The Phantom of the West (1931)
Mexican Lobby Card

I'm not certain, but I believe this is the Mexican lobby card for The Phantom of the West. The style is colorful and simple, similar to this Chandu lobby. An original photograph was pasted onto the card (I'm assuming by hand), which gave way to printing the scene later. The early Mexican lobbies with the pasted on photographs are quite novel and always a favorite find for collectors like me.

Phantom of the West lobby card

Pistol Packing Cowpoke Mexican Lobby Cards

I grew up watching Westerns, being a child of the 1960s. Of course, the space race was well kicking in at that point, so I grew up watching space operas too. The only difference between a raygun-toting astronaut or alien (you know, the bad hombre kind) and a pistol-packing cowpoke is — not much difference. Something Gene Roddenberry (and lots of pulp writers) knew pretty well. Here's a gun-toting sampling of Mexican lobby cards from my saddlebag.

High Noon Mexican Lobby Card