Horror Film Review: The Ghoul (dir by T. Hayes Hunter)


Some actors can make just about anything worth watching.  That’s certainly the case with Boris Karloff and 1933’s The Ghoul.

In The Ghoul, Karloff plays Prof. Henry Moriant.  The professor is an Egyptologist, a world-renowned expert on the dead.  Moriant is now facing death himself, sick in bed and ranting about how he wants to be treated after he passes.  Nigel Hartley (Ralph Richardson) stops by the mansion while pretending to be a vicar and offers to comfort Prof. Moriant in his last moments.  The butler, Laing (Ernest Thesiger), explains that Moriant has never had much use for traditional religion.  Instead, Moriant believes in the Gods of Egypt.

In death, Moriant wants to be buried with an Egyptian jewel in his hands.  He believes that, after he dies, he will exchange the jewel with the Egyptian God Anubis and he will be reborn with amazing powers.  However, when Moriant passes, Laing keeps the jewel for himself and attempts to hide it from the countess number of people who show up at the mansion, all seeking either the jewel or just information about Moriant’s estate.  Moriant may not have been loved in life but everyone clearly loves his money.

Boris Karloff is not actually in that much of The Ghoul.  He dominates the start of the film, ranting from his deathbed.  And then, towards the end of the film, he rises from the dead and attacks those who he thinks have betrayed him and stolen the jewel.  He’s only onscreen for a few minutes but he dominates those minutes.  Karloff’s screen presence is undeniable.  When he’s in a scene, he’s the only person that you watch.  When he’s not in a scene, you find yourself wondering how long it’s going to take for Karloff to return.

That’s not to say that the other actors in The Ghoul aren’t good.  The cast is full of distinguished names.  Along with Richardson and Thesiger, Cedric Hardwicke, Anthony Bushnell, Dorothy Hyson, and Kathleen Harrison all wander through the mansion and try to avoid getting caught up in Karloff’s vengeance.  Harrison provides the film’s comic relief and I actually enjoyed her flighty performance.  The film itself is so darkly lit and full of so many greedy characters that it was nice to have someone on a totally different wavelength thrown into the mix.  That said, the majority of the actors are stuck with paper-thin characters and aren’t really allowed the time to make much of an impression.  This is Karloff’s film, from the beginning to end.  And while the film itself is definitely a bit creaky, Karloff is always enjoyable to watch.

The Ghoul was made at a time when Karloff, having become a star with Frankenstein, was frustrated with the roles that he was being offered in America.  He returned to his native UK and promptly discovered that he was just as typecast over there as he was in the United States.  For a long time, The Ghoul was believed to be a lost film.  However, in 1968, a copy was discovered in Egypt of all places.  It’s unfortunate that the film itself isn’t better but there’s no denying the power of Karloff the performer.

 

Lisa Reviews An Oscar Nominee: Five Star Final (dir by Mervyn LeRoy)


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In 1911, a pregnant secretary named Nancy Voorhees (Frances Starr) shot and killed her boss and lover.  It was quite a scandal at the time but, twenty years later, it has largely been forgotten.  Nancy has married a successful businessman named Michael Townsend (H.B. Warner) and is a respected member of society.  Her daughter, Jenny (Marian Marsh), has no idea about Nancy’s past and believes Michael to be her father.  Jenny is now engaged to marry the handsome and rich Phillip Weeks (Anthony Bushnell).

Everything seems to be perfect but you know what they say about perfection.

Bernard Hincliffe (Oscar Apfel) is the publisher of a struggling tabloid newspaper.  He is frustrated by city editor Joseph Randall (Edward G. Robinson) and Randall’s refusal to do whatever it takes to boost circulation.  “Why, he won’t even print pictures of women in their underwear!” one of Hincliffe’s assistants exclaims.  Finally, Hincliffe orders Randall to publish a series of articles that will take a retrospective look at both the scandal and what has happened to those involved in the years since.  At first, the cynical Randall refuses but eventually, he gives in.

He assigns two reporters to crack the story.  One of them, Kitty Carmody (Ona Munson) is first introduced showing off her legs and bragging about how there’s no way that she won’t be hired to work at the newspaper.  (By the way, if anyone ever remakes Five Star Final and needs someone to play Kitty, I am ready and available.)  The other is the incredibly creepy T. Vernon Isopod (Boris Karloff).  Isopod was a divinity student until he was arrested on a “morals charge.”  Now, he pretends to be a minister as a way to fool people into revealing their deepest secrets to him.  Kitty and Isopod dig into the life of Nancy and Michael.  The stories appear on the front page.  Suicide and melodrama follow and Randall is forced to finally take a stand.

Released in 1931, Five Star Final was nominated for best picture but lost to Grand Hotel.  Seen today, Five Star Final is undeniably stagey (it was based on a play) but it’s still a compulsively watchable melodrama, featuring good performances and a lot of memorably snappy 30s dialogue. Five Star Final is one of several films about journalism to have been nominated for best picture.  Most of these films — like All The Presidents Men, The Front Page, and this year’s front-runner, Spotlight — have featured journalists as heroic seekers of the truth.  Five Star Final, on the other hand, plays more like a pre-Code version of Network set at a newspaper.  It’s a deeply angry film and, when Randall finally tells off Hincliffe, it feels like the 30s equivalent of Peter Finch shouting that he’s mad as hell and not going to take it anymore.

Finally, the best part of the film, for me, was Boris Karloff as the sleazy Isopod.  Karloff made Five Star Final right before he played the creature in Frankenstein and it’s interesting to see him play a totally different type of monster here.  If I had to choose which character is scarier, I’m going with T. Vernon Isopod.

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