‘A New
Sensation in Horror’ proclaimed the poster for 1943’s The Mad Ghoul. A bold claim indeed, unless one counts frustration
at the lack of any originality as a fresh feeling. This Universal B-movie
functions as just a humdrum filler and wastes the talents of all concerned. Under
director James P. Hogan who had helmed some of the Bulldog Drummond sequels, and a lacklustre script by Paul Gangelin
and Brenda Weisberg, three notable actors from the studio’s horror franchises
wade through a by-the-numbers variant on the organ-harvesting mad scientist. George
Zucco and Turhan Bey had previously been on the same side as the sinister High
Priest and apprentice in 1942’s The Mummy’s
Tomb (see my review of 10/3/2017) while Evelyn Ankers had been agreeably
adorning Universal horror films since Hold
that Ghost (1941).
Here, Zucco applies
his brand of academic evil with a nod to the Mummy films as Dr Alfred Morris, a university chemistry professor
who has discovered a toxic nerve gas created by ancient Mayans (rather than
Egyptians this time). The gas has properties of “diabolical power” which were
harnessed to induce “life in death” in victims so that their hearts could be
extracted as a gift to the gods. Morris recruits Ted Allison (David Bruce) to
help him after a lecture. Ted is much more promising as a medical student than an
actor, as we discover after Morris treats him to a dose of the gas formula he’s
been developing in secret. One whiff of the noxious agent and Ted is rendered
into cadaverous sleepwalking enslavement. This behaviour becomes turbo-charged
into hacky melodramatics in his love-life sub-plot with Ankers as his fiancé Isabel
Lewis, a singer of gratingly twee operetta ballads.
Sappy Ted doesn’t know that
Isabel no longer loves him. Moreover, he is also unware that Morris has designs
on her and co-opts Ted’s state to program him into doing Morris’s bidding. This
involves some nocturnal grave-robbing as the only way to keep Ted alive is with
a regular supply of fresh hearts.
While
tormented Ted alternates between shuffling somnambulence and wakeful confusion,
Morris makes a subtle move on Isabel, positioning himself he thinks as a suitor
of greater experience for her. His
inflated egotism makes no allowance for the fact that the vacuum in Isabel’s
feelings has already been filled by her pianist Eric Iversen. In the role, Turhan
Bey is required to do nothing more than literally accompany Ankers as a young debonair
suitor. When Morris realises he has been eclipsed by the ivory-tinkling
Egyptian, he adds Eric’s murder into Ted’s brainwashing.
Meanwhile,
the local newshounds begin barking as a connection becomes clear between the
desecrations of recently-buried bodies and their taking place in the same towns
as isabel’s excruciating recitals. Robert Armstrong, whom we last saw as
showman Carl Denham in King Kong
(1933), plays wiseguy reporter McClure with the same much-needed energy in his scenes.
Sadly we don’t get the benefit of him for long - in his intrepid pursuit of a
scoop, he persuades the funeral director in the town of Cranston to let him
pose as a body but is throttled by Morris when he and Ted turn up. Rose Hobart
as McClure’s hard-nosed colleague Della delivers a less than sensitive tribute
to him in the aftermath: “He played a hunch there and lost”.
In a rare
compos mentis moment, Ted shows his chivalrous side to Isabel, freeing her of
any guilt or obligation toward his feelings, which is more concern than she
deserves. (The writers thought it credible that after Morris had zombified Ted,
Isabel would buy his excuse that Ted had ‘collapsed’ at work and not bother to
come and see him!). The poor schmuck still has to contend though with sudden
lucid bursts of existential fear: “What am I? Alive or dead? Man or beast?” he
wails at Machiavellian Morris.
The climax
treats us to a third wince-inducing rendition by Isabel at the Opera House,
during which weaponised Ted appears on stage with a gun. Instead of understandably
shooting her, he attempts to assassinate innocent Eric, but is plugged by cops waiting
in the audience. It only remains for Morris to gain his comeuppance. Gassed by
Ted, he scrabbles in the earth of the local cemetery, too late to perform a self-serving
cardiectomy on his own. A repeat of earlier words from his hypnotised henchman resonates:
“"It's all over, Doctor. There's nothing left of it now but you, and me,
and... death".
Audiences would no doubt allow their memories to spade earth over this dull potboiler.
No comments:
Post a Comment