Horror Film Review: Night of Terror (dir by Benjamin Stoloff)


1933’s Night of Terror opens with a character known simple as The Maniac (Edwin Maxwell) attacking random people with a knife.  The Maniac is on a murder spree.  He leaves taunting newspaper articles on the bodies.  (Don’t look at me, I didn’t write the script,)  Wisecracking newspaper reporter Tom Hartley (Wallace Ford ) would love to track the Maniac down.

Meanwhile, the richest man in town has been murdered.  Was he killed by the Maniac?  No one is sure.  What is known is that he divided his large fortune amongst not only his heirs but also his servants.  Of course, if an heir or a servant should die, that just means more money for everyone else!  Meanwhile, the man’s nephew — scientist Arthur Hornsby (George Meeker) — is busy trying to talk his family into burying him alive so that he can test his new suspended animation serum.  Arthur swears that he’s figured out a way for people to live without oxygen for a period of time!

Okay, Arthur, that’s great.  Anyway….

This sixty-one minute horror film features Bela Lugosi as Degar, the butler.  Degar and his wife, Sika (Mary Frey), are regularly referred to as being “heathens” by some of the other members of the family.  And yet, when the family needs someone to hold a seance so that they can figure out who is trying to kill all of them, who do they ask to conduct it?  Degar’s not happy about it but Sika agrees to do so.  Needless to say, things don’t go well.

It’s a bit of silly film and the final twist doesn’t make much sense.  One gets the feeling that the script was written over the course of one night and no one really spent that much time worrying about whether or not it all came together to tell a coherent story.  Moments of humor are mixed in with moments of would-be terror.  The family chauffeur is easily scared.  The members of the family all toss out insults at each other.  When the police show up, they speak in the rat-a-tat fashion of 1930s police officers.  No one in the film yells, “Scram!” and yet it seems like they should have.  It’s that type of movie.  My favorite scene featured a handcuffed Lugosi offering a police officer a cigarette from “Asia.”  Needless to say, the cigarette caused the cop to pass out.  Its 1930s stoner humor.

Bela Lugosi got top-billing but his role is actually pretty small.  Still, Lugosi gives a good performance and delivers his lines with a straight face.  He gets the honor of explaining the mystery to all of the police officers and family members.  That said, the film is stolen by Edwin Maxwell as the Maniac.  Maxwell gets to break the fourth wall at the end of the film and he probably sent many young audience members home with nightmares.  The Maniac tells the audience not to reveal how the film ended, lest they want to be haunted by him.  Hitchcock would have been proud.

Embracing the Melodrama Part II #8: Gambling With Souls (dir by Elmer Clifton)


Gambling_with_Souls_FilmPosterThere’s been a murder!

During a raid on a club that doubles as both a brothel and gambling hall, the police discover the dead body of gambler Lucky Wilder.  Standing over him with a gun is Mae Miller (Martha Chapin), the wife of respected Dr. John Miller (Robert Frazer).  Dragged in front of the District Attorney (Edward Keane, sporting a mustache that was probably meant to make him look like real-life New York D.A. Thomas Dewey), Mae is given a chance to explain herself.

And that’s what Mae does, revealing how she was just an innocent housewife who was dragged into a life of gambling and sin by Wilder (Wheeler Oakman) and Molly (Vera Steadman).  After being fooled into thinking that she’s a good gambler, Mae finds herself in debt to Wilder and is blackmailed into working in Wilder’s brothel.  However, when Mae realizes that Wilder and Molly are trying the same con on a new girl, she’s left with little choice but to take the law into her own hands…

Released in 1936, Gambling With Souls is — much like Damaged Lives — an exploitation film disguised as an educational film.  That’s why the district attorney is there to let us know that Mae’s story is not an unusual one and that all decisions have consequences.  “Don’t gamble and resent your husband for not making enough money!” the film shouts at us, “BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN!”

And really, that’s the fun of Gambling With Souls.  It’s just so histrionic and over-the-top and, ultimately, it’s so shameless that you can’t help but enjoy it.  If they ever remake Gambling With Souls, I want to play Mae because not only does she get to shoot the bad guy but she also gets to wear a lot of pretty clothes and look good while doing it.  Other than being a prostitute and a gambling addict, Mae could be a role model for us all.

Plus, this is one of those old films that’s full of stock footage!  That means that whenever we watch one of the shows at Lucky’s club, we’re actually watching footage that was shot for several other movies.  These scenes are so haphazardly and awkwardly inserted into the main film that I actually made a game out of trying to predict when the next one would suddenly pop up.  On the one hand, all of that stock footage means that the look of both the club’s stage and the club’s performers change from scene to scene.  However, on the other (and far more positive) hand, it also means that there’s a lot of dancing!

Gambling With Souls is a lot of fun and guess what?  It’s in the public domain!  Watch it below!