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Black Moon

Monday, November 16, 2009

It’s always a treat to see a previously unscreened horror film from the 1930s-1950s.

TCM recently showed the rare “Black Moon” (1934), from Columbia Studios, a tale of voodoo and human sacrifice. The fact that it starred 1930s scream queen Fay Wray was another plus. I was really looking forward to this.

Sadly, “Black Moon” proved a disappointment in the horror movie sense, but I was still glad to have seen it. Like so many 1930s movies, it packs an amazing amount of incident in its short 68-minute running time. I may have been disappointed, but I wasn’t bored.

“Black Moon” starts out very promisingly. There’s a close-up of a woman looking unsettled as drums are heard steadily beating in the background. The camera pulls back and we see that the woman herself is beating on the drums, looking as if she’s in a trance while sitting in a very lavish apartment.

The woman turns out to be Juanita Perez (Dorothy Burgess) who grew up on an unnamed island in the Caribbean and is returning for a visit with her husband Stephen (Jack Holt) and young daughter Nancy (Cora Sue Collins). Stephen’s secretary Gail (Fay Wray) is in love with her boss and declines the opportunity to accompany the family on a working vacation, but agrees at Stephen’s urging.

Once on the island, the lure of voodoo overcomes Juanita and the nightly ceremonies cause her to revert to her days as a young woman on the island, where she was a voodoo priestess. She becomes so immersed in her voodoo lifestyle that in a trance she attempts to sacrifice her own daughter.

I really liked Holt’s interplay with his child. This is a very devoted, affectionate father, but not on a high saccharine level. The script shortchanges the Juanita character a bit. She’s a bit off throughout the whole movie, so when the voodoo overtakes her, it’s not too surprising. More contrast to her character would have been welcome.

The horror element is very slight. There’s no attempt to make the voodoo a supernatural entity, apart from some voodoo dolls on display. But there’s an undeniable mood to the story, courtesy cinematographer Joseph August. There’s real menace to the voodoo ceremonies on display here, with the writing bodies silhouetted against torches and fires. August provided the gorgeous black and white cinematography for “The Devil and Daniel Webster” (1941) and “Portrait of Jennie” (1948), which are two of the most striking-looking black and white features from Hollywood’s Golden Age.

Director Roy William Neill remains one of the great unsung stylists of the 1930s and 1940s. In addition to all but one of the Universal Sherlock Holmes movies starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce, he also directed one of Boris Karloff’s best vehicles, “The Black Room” (1935), a fairy-tale horror film that looks much more expensive than it likely was. (Despite Frank Capra and the Oscar sweep for “It Happened One Night” (1934), Columbia was considered somewhat of a Poverty Row studio at the time).

But Fay Wray is lovelier than ever, which is always a plus. Like I said, while it’s never entirely satisfying, it was a real treat to see this one.

The wonderful folks at TCM have been showing quite a lot of these Columbia B’s of late and I’m having a blast watching them. Some of these haven’t been on TV for decades. I still have quite a few to watch on the piles of tapes to get through. There’s another Fay Wray starrer called “Ann Carver’s Profession” (1933), Thelma Todd in “Air Hostess” (1932), Ann Sothern and Neil Hamilton in “Blind Date” (1934) and a Budd Boetticher-directed mystery called “The Missing Corpse” (1944), which is supposed to be quite good. Long live TCM, the greatest television channel of all time.

The Circus Queen Murder

Wednesday, October 15, 2008


“The Circus Queen Murder” (1933) isn’t much of a mystery, but it’s still an enjoyable 63 minutes. If you’re a whodunit fan, stay away, but if you enjoy pre-Code banter and melodrama done with a great deal of visual style, you’ll find much to enjoy here.

Adolphe Menjou stars as New York City Police Commissioner Thatcher Colt, and a more nattily attired Police Commissioner you’ll never see. Thatcher Colt (love that name) makes 007 look like Gilligan.

A great success at bringing the wrath of the law on the gangs and rackets controlling his city, Colt is long overdue for a vacation. He doesn’t know where he’s going to go and doesn’t want anyone to know where he is, so in the presence of loyal secretary Miss Kelly (Ruthelma Stevens), he throws a knife at a map of New York State, which hits the town of Gilead. So Gilead it is, a small town in upstate New York. Despite wanting to leave everything in New York behind, he brings Kelly with him. Hardworking, devoted, and probably love starved, I don’t think Miss Kelly minds the invitation at all. (I can see her and Della Street commiserating together over a few drinks).

Both Menjou and Stevens originated their roles a year earlier in “Night Club Lady” which is supposed to be quite good. It was originally scheduled to air on TCM but got pulled. I’m hoping it will be shown at a later date.

Any savvy movie Police Commissioner (or detective or lawyer) should know they can’t go away for a simple vacation without getting involved in the local skullduggery. Sure enough, a circus is visiting Gilead and circus p.r. man Dugan (Harry Holman), an old acquaintance of Colt’s, asks for his help. Someone is sending threatening notes, and one of the cannibals is missing, leading to this piece of priceless dialogue:

Dugan: There were 14 cannibals in that troupe last week. Now there are only 13.

Colt: What happened to the 14th cannibal?

Dugan: They’re cannibals. You figure it out.

For added enjoyment, Dugan is played by cherubic Harry Holman, an instantly recognizable figure even today thanks to his role as the principal in “It’s a Wonderful Life” (1946) and in The Three Stooges short “Hoi Polloi” (1935), where he takes on the thankless task of insisting that, when it comes to behavior, environment is more important than heredity, and accepts a wager to turn the boys into gentlemen. Not a good wager. Vegas bookies wouldn’t even cover that bet.

Leading lady trapeze artist Josie LaTour is played by Garbo wannabe Greta Nissen. She never made it big and soon hightailed it back to Oslo. Fighting for her attentions are fellow trapezer Donald Woods and her ex-husband, played by Dwight Frye.

With that cast, you already know who the lunatic is, and if you don’t know, then why are you reading this blog?

There’s no musical score to speak of, but the roars and cries of the circus animals at night provide a most spooky soundtrack.

“The Circus Queen Murder” was directed by Roy William Neill, best known today for directing all but one of the Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes movies. I’ve always liked his style, and he brought a great deal of panache to everything he directed. Check out the great Karloff Gothic shocker “The Black Room” (1935) sometime, and the opening scene in the cemetery in “Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man” (1943) is probably the highpoint of 1940s Universal horror movies.

Thank the movie gods for TCM and their showing of obscure titles like this from the Columbia library. They’re keeping the VCR a hummin’ and there seems to be no end in sight. If the planned rumors come true of TCM getting access to the pre-1948 Universal and Paramount libraries, then I’m afraid all is doomed, and I may as well just pitch a tent in the living room. But until that fateful day happens, I’ll be content to watch countless 1930s gems from Warner Bros., Columbia, RKO and M-G-M. There’s still lots of discovery ahead.

Rating for “The Circus Queen Murder”: Two and a half stars.
 

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