Lionel
Atwill needed 1942 to be a positive year so he could put behind him the awful
tragedy of his son’s death and 1941’s distasteful court case in which he had
testified - (See LIONEL ATWILL: The Rise
and Fall of Hollywood's 'Mad Doctor' - my article dated 21/4/2016). Though
he had no involvement in the suspected rape of 16 year-old Sylvia Hamalaine, and
the foreman of the jury acquitted the defendants on lack of evidence, Atwill knew
he had lied about showing blue movies to guests at his house. As harmless as
this is, even in the context of the Hamalaine trial, there was no getting
around the fact that he had committed perjury. As he picked up his busy career
and enjoyed the new year’s horror roles, his minor criminal act was to prove a
ticking time-bomb waiting to go off…
The first genre
role of his released during February 1942 was as The Mad Doctor of Market Street, a decent if unremarkable B-movie
programmer for Universal directed by Joseph H. Lewis whom we last saw helming
1941’s haphazard The Invisible Ghost,
co-written as here by Al Martin. Once again, Atwill is a white-coated whacko, (bearded
pseudo-scientist Dr Ralph Benson), labouring in the hot-topic medical field of
suspended animation. A literally poor chap volunteers to put himself through
the madman’s experimental attempts in order to feed his family. “The span of
human life will be prolonged inevitably”, Benson raves exultantly. Not for his
subject, who dies on the operating table just as the man’s wife bursts in with
the cops.
Benson bunks
out the window in full surgical garb, and then promptly reappears, clean-shaven
on board a luxury liner bound for New Zealand. He comfortable escapes his
identity being rumbled even when a nosy detective snoops around the ship.
Benson sends him overboard to a watery grave. Amongst the passengers and crew
in blissful ignorance are Una Markel as a spirited and funny bride-to-be, Aunt
Margaret, desperate to get to her awaiting wedding. Her niece Patricia, the
lovely Claire Dodd, plays to her type as a bewitching magnet to the gentlemen.
Pursuing her with vigour as Officer Jim is Richard Davies, a regular player of
servicemen on screen, and John Eldredge as the shady Dwight (previously mentioned
in 1941’s Horror Island and The Black Cat). For moral and muscle
support comes Nat Pendleton as Red Hogan, a real-life Olympic wrestler who
parlayed his imposing bulk and thick-ear lunk persona into many a comedy film -
twice for the Marx Brothers in Horse
Feathers (1932) and 1939’s At the
Circus. One of his last parts would be in the Bela Lugosi horror vehicle Scared to Death (1947).
Fear takes hold
of all on-board here when a fire causes an abandon ship, washing up our cast on
a tropical island. They land just as the loin-clothed tribe of natives are bemoaning
the mortal-looking condition of Tanayo (Rosina Galli) wife of their chief, played
by horror stalwart Noble Johnson. “White man bring evil spirits”, he grunts
with the traditional Hollywood respect for sophisticated anthropology on
confusing a link between the party’s arrival with his wife’s death-door status.
This forces Benson into a quandary. Either he must reveal his scientific quackery
to save her or the westerners end up on the tribal barbecue. Mercifully, he
chooses the former, if only out of self-preservation. He injects her with
Adrenaline (not revealing to the impressed islanders that she has only suffered
a heart-attack).
On Tanayo’s
recovery, such is the Chief’s gratitude that he intones “You God of Life. We
your slaves”, which is music to the ears of the opportunistic Benson. He now
lords it over the tribe and the shipwrecked party, ordering the destruction of
the boat and holding everyone as virtual prisoners to his deranged, long-term research
.
Patricia is
propositioned by Benson after Tanayo’s appeal to his manly needs is misconstrued
as “Maybe white wife necessary to my experiments”. Patricia is repulsed but
plays along into marriage. She hopes that it will curry favour for their eventual
release but Benson enjoys his place in the catbird seat, purring that he will
take his pick of the three ‘more civilised’ western men when appropriate. That
may be difficult as Dwight shows his true colour of yellow by trying in vain to
row another boat to cowardly safety before the natives capture him and the more
heroic Jim.
A twist
comes when the Chief demands that Benson demonstrate his ability to revive an
actually dead person,drowned tribal younster Barab (Ray Mala, who had once gained international
fame as M-G-M’s Eskimo/Mala the Magnificient in 1933). He is given until sun-up, which of course he
stares at balefully out of the window since we know he really is only a master
of hollow quackery. Sure enough, he winds up on the flames while our American
friends run to a spotter-plane that flies in to the rescue.
All in all, The Mad Doctor of Market Street is a
professional enough water-treader while better projects could be hoped for in
the war years ahead.
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