Film Review: Paths of Glory (dir. by Stanley Kubrick)


“One way to maintain discipline is to shoot a man now and then.” — Maj. Gen. Georges Broulard

Stanley Kubrick’s Paths of Glory (1957) is a war movie with very little interest in making war look heroic. Its real target is the language that turns suffering into something supposedly noble: duty, sacrifice, honor, and, of course, glory. Those words sound impressive until you notice who gets to say them and who gets killed because of them. Starring Kirk Douglas as Colonel Dax, the film turns a failed military attack into a furious examination of institutional cruelty. What makes it so upsetting is not simply that innocent men suffer. It is that their suffering becomes useful to people who know how to make selfish decisions sound like necessary ones. Kubrick shows a world where authority protects itself first and then calls that protection patriotism.

The story takes place on the French front during World War I, where General Broulard encourages General Mireau to attack a heavily defended German position known as the Anthill. Mireau initially recognizes that the operation is unlikely to succeed. His soldiers are exhausted, the enemy is well positioned, and the expected losses are enormous. Then Broulard introduces the possibility of career advancement, and Mireau’s assessment becomes noticeably more optimistic. Nothing about the battlefield has changed. The only new factor is what Mireau might personally gain. It is an especially effective introduction because Kubrick does not need a dramatic confession of corruption. We watch a man talk himself into believing that his ambition and his military duty are conveniently the same thing.

Dax must lead the assault despite understanding how unrealistic the objective is. When the attack falls apart, the generals do not seriously reconsider the judgment that produced it. Instead, they turn the failure into a question of the soldiers’ courage. Three men are selected to face a court-martial for cowardice, with their punishment supposedly restoring discipline and defending the army’s reputation. Dax, a criminal lawyer before the war, takes on their defense. At that point, Paths of Glory shifts from a battlefield story into a courtroom drama, but the underlying conflict stays the same. The men have very little control over their lives in either setting. Whether they are ordered toward enemy guns or brought before military judges, decisions made above them determine their chances of survival.

The selection of three men for execution brings to mind the Roman military practice of decimation, in which one in ten soldiers from a disgraced unit was chosen by lot and killed to punish the group and frighten the survivors into obedience. The punishment in Paths of Glory is not literally decimation, but it operates through a similar logic: make a few men pay so everyone else gets the message. What matters is not establishing each soldier’s responsibility but demonstrating the power of command. That connection makes the court-martial feel less like a search for justice than an old form of intimidation wearing a modern uniform. The paperwork and formal proceedings do not remove the brutality. They give it an official appearance.

The story becomes even harder to dismiss when you consider its historical foundation. The film adapts Humphrey Cobb’s 1935 novel Paths of Glory, which was inspired by the Souain corporals affair. In March 1915, four French corporals were executed following a failed attack near Souain. The film uses three condemned soldiers and fictionalized characters, so it should not be treated as a literal reconstruction of that event. Still, the connection matters because it prevents the premise from feeling like cruelty invented purely for dramatic effect. The story grows out of a real example of military authority turning against its own men. Its anger is not based only on the idea that such injustice could happen, but on the knowledge that something like it did.

Honor and glory are the film’s central targets, although Kubrick is careful to separate genuine courage from the official language used to celebrate it. Dax accepts danger alongside his men and later risks his standing by defending them. Mireau, by contrast, treats honor as something that belongs to his rank and must be protected from embarrassment. Once the assault fails, the soldiers’ deaths become a way to preserve his version of events. If the men were cowards, then perhaps the plan was not the problem. Punishment offers a convenient explanation that leaves his judgment intact. The soldiers become expendable twice: first when their lives might purchase him advancement, and again when their deaths might protect him from blame.

That is what makes the film’s criticism more pointed than a general statement that war is terrible. It examines how institutions can reward the people who transfer the consequences of their decisions onto others. Mireau can describe the assault as a matter of national importance while privately responding to the possibility of promotion. He can demand executions in the name of discipline while avoiding an honest examination of his own conduct. The gap between his public explanations and personal motives is where the film finds much of its fury. Kubrick is not suggesting that ideals are automatically meaningless. He is showing how easily powerful people can borrow the language of ideals to make their own interests harder to challenge.

Broulard is arguably even more disturbing because he does not share Mireau’s obvious bluster. Adolphe Menjou plays him with a relaxed charm that makes his moral emptiness seem almost ordinary. He can discuss terrible outcomes with the ease of someone settling a minor professional disagreement. Where Mireau becomes defensive and angry, Broulard remains adaptable. He understands that careers can survive ugly situations as long as the right people are blamed and the necessary arrangements are made. His composure is frightening because it suggests experience. This is not a man overwhelmed by an exceptional moral crisis; he seems perfectly comfortable managing one.

His misunderstanding of Dax brings that attitude into sharp focus. Broulard assumes that Dax’s objections must conceal a professional ambition, as though defending the condemned men were simply an indirect way of seeking a better position. He cannot easily recognize outrage that is not part of a negotiation. That assumption tells us how thoroughly his world has been shaped by self-interest. He does not just behave cynically; he expects everyone else to do the same. Dax’s refusal to accept that logic creates a deeper conflict than a disagreement over military procedure. One man believes there are limits to what a person should do for advancement. The other barely seems to understand why anyone would impose those limits.

Douglas gives Dax the force needed to stand against these men without turning him into an unbeatable hero. His physical confidence makes him convincing as an officer, but there is also frustration beneath his authority. In the courtroom, his anger comes from recognizing that the proceedings are dishonest while still having to work within them. He argues as though evidence and reason should matter, even as the trial makes their irrelevance increasingly obvious. A more reassuring movie might allow his intelligence, courage, and powerful speeches to change the outcome. Kubrick denies us that comfort. Being able to expose an injustice is not the same as being able to stop it, especially when the people listening benefit from leaving it in place.

The courtroom scenes are devastating because the trial has the outward shape of fairness without its substance. The defendants are present, a defense is permitted, and officers sit in judgment, but those formalities do not create a meaningful opportunity for justice. Instead, they help the institution describe punishment as the result of a legitimate process. That distinction is essential to the film. The army does not simply seize three men and openly announce that their lives are convenient sacrifices. It gives their deaths a procedural explanation. Kubrick makes us watch how an institution can use the appearance of reason to conceal a decision that reason would never justify.

The condemned soldiers also keep the film from becoming only an argument between powerful officers. For the generals, they are examples, disciplinary problems, or pieces of an embarrassing situation. For the audience, they are frightened people trying to understand what is happening to them. Their reactions do not fit a single heroic pattern, and that makes their predicament more affecting. Fear does not become less real because someone wears a uniform, and facing death does not automatically produce dignity or clarity. By giving space to their distress, the film restores the individuality that the military process tries to erase. These are not interchangeable representatives of a failed attack. Each man has a life that cannot be replaced by an official explanation.

Kubrick’s visual choices reinforce these divisions without needing to announce them. The trenches are cramped, muddy spaces where bodies crowd together and danger feels close. The officers’ grand interiors offer room to walk, talk, and consider other people’s deaths at a comfortable distance. Those settings create two different experiences of the same war. For the soldiers, war is immediate and physical. For the generals, it can become a matter of reports, reputation, and carefully managed conversations. The contrast is especially bitter because the people with the most room to maneuver are the ones deciding the fate of those who have almost none.

The tracking shots through the trenches make that hierarchy feel physical. As Dax moves past his men, the camera gives a sense of the crowded human reality behind military plans. An order that sounds neat in a spacious room must eventually pass through these bodies. The assault then strips away any possibility of treating the operation as an exciting adventure. Moving forward is exhausting and dangerous, and determination cannot make the conditions less impossible. The sequence challenges the easy assumption that sufficient bravery can overcome any obstacle. Sometimes an order is simply disastrous, and blaming the men who cannot carry it out becomes another form of dishonesty.

Mireau’s attempt to have artillery fire on his own troops when they cannot advance is the clearest expression of that dishonesty. In his mind, the soldiers stop being people he is responsible for and become obstacles to his authority. Their inability to fulfill his expectations feels to him like an offense deserving punishment. The moment collapses the comforting distinction between danger from the enemy and protection from one’s own commanders. It also exposes the emptiness of his concern for military honor. If maintaining the appearance of obedience requires destroying the very men under his command, he is willing to consider it. His reputation has become more important than the purpose his authority supposedly serves.

If the film has a limitation, it is that its moral divisions can feel extremely sharp. The generals’ corruption leaves little uncertainty about where our sympathies should fall, and some dialogue makes explicit what the images and performances have already established. At times, the characters function as clear expressions of opposing moral positions. Still, that directness largely suits the material. The film is not asking us to puzzle over whether sacrificing innocent men for professional convenience might be defensible. It is asking us to sit with the fact that obvious injustice can continue even when someone names it accurately. Its bluntness gives that argument an anger that a more detached treatment might lose.

Then the final scene changes the emotional register. A frightened German woman sings before a roomful of French soldiers who initially respond with jeers. Gradually, their behavior changes. They grow quiet, listen, and begin humming along. After watching military authority reduce people to categories—cowards, officers, examples, casualties—we see a moment in which those divisions briefly loosen. The woman belongs to the enemy nation, but her vulnerability and her song reach the men in a way that official speeches have not. The scene does not suggest that suffering automatically makes people compassionate. Their first response is cruel. What matters is that they remain capable of moving beyond it.

That ending is tender without pretending to repair anything. The condemned men are not restored, the army has not become just, and Dax has not defeated the machinery around him. The song offers a brief experience of shared feeling rather than a solution. That restraint is what makes Paths of Glory so powerful. Kubrick tears apart the grand language used to justify sacrifice while refusing to treat ordinary human feeling as foolish or irrelevant. The film leaves honor looking less like a medal, a title, or a successful career than the difficult act of recognizing another person’s humanity when the institution around you finds it convenient not to.

The Human Duplicators (1965, directed by Hugo Grimaldi)


Who’s an android and who’s not!?

It’s hard to keep track in The Human Duplicators.  Dr. Kolos (Richard Kiel) is an alien who is sent down to Earth.  He thinks that he’s not an android but how can he be sure?  He goes to the laboratory of Dr. Vaughan Dornheimer (George Macready) and tells Donheimer that they will be working together to create androids that are perfect duplicates for humans and that Kolos will be the “master.”  But then an android is built of Dornheimer himself and android Dornhiemer declares that he is the master.  Kolos is distracted because he’s fallen in love with Dornhiemer’s daughter, a blind pianist named Lisa (Dolores Faith).

Glenn Martin (George Nader) of the National Intelligence Agency is assigned to figure out what is happening at the Dornhiemer mansion and, wouldn’t you know it, there’s already an android version of Glenn.  Glenn’s girlfriend is played the brassy Barbara Nichols, a comedic actress who was briefly groomed to be the next Marilyn Monroe and who comes on like the star of a burlesque show.  Glenn’s boss is Austin Wells and he’s played by Hugh Beaumont, which makes this film feel like a weird episode of Leave It To Beaver where Wally has to save the world.  I don’t think the bad guys ever duplicate Hugh Beaumont and that’s good because real trouble could be created by an evil version of Ward Cleaver.

The presence of Richard Kiel and Hugh Beaumont is really the only thing that The Human Duplicators have going for it.  There are plenty of fights between Glenn and the androids but it turns out that the androids are easy to beat into oblivion so there’s not much suspense or excitement to be found.  At times, it feels as if it’s trying to be an episode of The Avengers just without the wit of Patrick Macnee or the charm of Diana Rigg.  The Human Duplicators seems to take itself very seriously and I’m not sure why.

After The Human Duplicators, Richard Kiel later went on to play Jaws in The Spy Who Loved Me and Moonraker.  Hugh Beaumont retired from the movies.

Horror Film Review: The Alligator People (dir by Roy Del Ruth)


You know what the worst bayou is?

Bayouself.

Thank you!  I’ll be here all night and don’t forget to tip your server!

Anyway, the 1959 film, The Alligator People, largely takes place in the bayous of Louisiana.  Nurse Jane Marvin (Beverly Garland) is suffering from amnesia so she allows two psychiatrist to give her a dose of truth serum and then, when she’s in a hypnotized state, she proceeds to remember her former life as Joyce Webster.

Joyce married a handsome and seemingly perfect man named Paul Webster (Richard Crane) but, right when they were about to go on their honeymoon, he received a telegram that disturbed him.  After he made a phone call, he vanished from Joyce’s life.  Joyce did some research of her own and discovered that Paul’s former home was the Cypresses Plantation in the small town of Bayou Landing, Louisiana.

When Joyce travels down to Bayou Landing, she discovers that there’s really not much there, other than a bunch of hungry alligators.  She meets the owner of the plantation, Lavinia Hawthorne (Frieda Inescort).  She also meets the handyman, Manon (Lon Chaney, Jr.), a one-handed brute who spends most of his day shooting at alligators.  And, eventually, Joyce comes across her husband but Paul is no longer the man that she remembers.

Paul’s skin is scaly and he only comes out at night.  It turns out that Paul was, long ago, injected with a serum that would allow him to grow back a missing limb.  The serum worked as far as the limb was concerned but an unfortunate side effect is that Paul is now turning into an alligator!  Dr. Mark Sinclair (George Macready), the man who came up with the serum in the first place, is hopeful that he can reverse the process but, to do so, he’s going to need a lot of radioactive material.

Complicating things is that Manon has decided that he wants Joyce for himself and he’s certainly not going to compete with some alligator man for her attention.  Of course, Joyce despises Manon from the first moment she sees him but Manon’s not that smart.  Can Paul be cured before Manon destroys everything?

The Alligator People is one of those 1950s B-movies that is probably better-known for its name than anything else.  That said, when taken on its own terms, it’s an entertaining watch.  It was one of the final films to be directed by Roy Del Ruth, who had previously been one of Hollywood’s top directors of musicals and comedies.  There’s not much music or deliberate comedy to be found in The Alligator People but Del Ruth does manage to capture the humid stillness of the bayous.  As always, Beverly Garland gives a strong performance as a determined woman who isn’t going to be told what to do and Richard Crane is about as convincing as one can be while turning into an alligator.

As for Lon Chaney, Jr, he plays Manon as being a total monster and he gives a convincing performance, even if it is hard not to mourn the loss of the shadings that he brought to his monster roles while he was with Universal.  Manon is a rough and determinedly unintelligent character, one who exists only to destroy.  Significantly, he’s not one of the Alligator People.  Instead, he’s just a man who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.

The Alligator People is an effective B-movie, full of a bayou atmosphere.

The Doolins of Oklahoma (1949, directed by Gordon Douglas)


Randolph Scott stars in The Doolins of Oklahoma, a fictionalized account of the career of the real-life western outlaw, Bill Doolin.

Doolin (played, naturally, by Randolph Scott) may have once rode with the fearsome Dalton Brothers but, according to this film, he was actually just an ordinary, salt of the Earth type who wanted to settle down with the right woman and lead a normal life. It looks like he might get that opportunity after the Daltons are killed and Doolin tires of leading his own gang of outlaws. Doolin settles in a Oklahoma town, takes a new name, and falls in love with Elaine (Virginia Hutton). But when both the members of his old gang and a veteran lawman (George Macready) show up in town, Doolin learns that the past cannot be escaped.

The plot of The Doolins of Oklahoma is nothing special, though it’s portrayal of the outlaws being more honorable than law enforcement may have been surprising in 1949. The main thing that distinguishes The Doolins of Oklahoma is the cast, which is full of western veterans like John Ireland, Noah Beery Jr., Charles Kemper, Frank Fenton, and Jock Mahoney. Not surprisingly Randolph Scott is ideally cast as a weary cowboy who just wants to settle down and live the rest of his life in peace. Scott is well-matched by MacReady, as the marshal who will not let anything stand in the way doing his duty as a member of law enforcement. Gordon Douglas directs crisply and energetically and every member of the main cast gets at least one big moment in which to distinguish themselves. The Doolins of Oklahoma may not be a groundbreaking film but it will be enjoyed by fans of the western genre.

 

Film Review: Night Gallery (dir by Boris Sagal, Barry Shear, and Steven Spielberg)


Night Gallery was a horror anthology series that aired on NBC in the early 70s.  Each episode featured Rod Serling, of Twilight Zone fame, serving as the curator of a museum where all of the paintings have a somewhat macabre theme.  (One could even say that the museum was a …. wait for it …. night gallery!)  Serling would give each painting a properly pithy introduction and then the audience would see the story behind the artwork.  It was a bit like the Twilight Zone, except the Night Gallery episodes were in color, they were all horror-themed, and, for the most part, they steered away from social commentary.  The series ran from 1970 and 1973 and it still airs in syndication and on some of the retro stations.  (I believe it currently airs on Comet TV.)  Even if it wasn’t as consistently good as Twilight Zone, it’s still a pretty fun little series.

Two Christmases ago, I was gifted  Night Gallery: The Complete Series on DVD.  Though I’ve watched several episodes from the DVD, I recently realized that I have never actually sat down and watched every episode in order.  With the world currently shut down due to the pandemic (a development that, if we’re going to be honest, sounds like something Rod Serling would have used on the Twilight Zone), I figured what better time to watch the entire series then now?

I started out by watching the Night Gallery pilot film.  This originally aired on November 8th, 1969, a full year before Night Gallery became a weekly series.  It features three different stories (all written by Rod Serling) of the macabre.  As with every episode of the subsequent series, each story is introduced by Serling standing in front of a painting.  In the pilot, though, the museum is rather bare and the painting’s are a bit minimalist.  I have to admit that, as a lover of the baroque, I was a bit disappointed in that aspect of the pilot.

But what about the stories themselves?  Read on!

The Cemetery (dir by Boris Sagal)

The first story was The Cemetery, a cheerfully gruesome little tale that featured Roddy McDowall and Ossie Davis.  McDowall plays Jeremy, a spoiled young man who murders his uncle so that he might inherit the dead man’s estate.  At first, it looks like McDowall’s plot is a complete success but then McDowall notices a painting of the family graveyard hanging above a staircase.  (To be honest, it seems odd to hang a painting of a graveyard in the foyer but I guess that’s something old rich people do.)  The painting keeps changing.  One minute, the painting looks normal.  The next minute, it features a newly dug grave.  And then something emerging grave.  And then something heading towards the house….

Is Jeremy losing his mind or is the painting warning him that his uncle has risen from the dead and is seeking revenge!?  You’ll probably be able to guess the answer long before poor Jeremy but no matter.  This is a fun little horror story and it benefits from two enjoyably arch performances, from McDowall and, in the role of a butler who may have an agenda of his own, Ossie Davis.

Eyes (dir by Steven Spielberg)

Of the three stories presented in the pilot, Eyes probably gets the most attention from critics because it not only stars Joan Crawford in one of her final performances but it was the professional directorial debut (if you don’t count Amblin’) of 22 year-old Steven Spielberg.  Spielberg apparently had some issues dealing with the veteran crew members, many of whom didn’t like the idea of taking orders from a 22 year-old.  (It probably didn’t help that pictures from that era suggest that Spielberg looked several years younger than his age.  Let’s just say that it’s easy to understand why he eventually grew that beard.)  I’d like to think that Joan Crawford yelled at everyone and defended Spielberg and maybe even Rod Serling came down with Luca Brasi and said, “You’re going to the give this kid the respect he deserves or your brains are going to be all over that union contract.”  I don’t know if that’s true but it’s a nice thought.

That said, Eyes is pretty good.  Even if the crew doubted him, Spielberg proved himself as a director with this story.  It’s about a hateful and selfish woman (Joan Crawford) who happens to be both rich and blind.  She has manipulated a doctor into performing an experimental operation that will allow her to see.  The only catch is that the operation will only be good for 22 hours and a donor (Tom Bosley, as a bookie who is in trouble with the mob) will be required to give up his eyes so that Crawford can have those 22 hours.

On the one hand, this is very-much a Rod Serling-type tale.  It’s easy to imagine Eyes, with its belief in karma and its final macabre twist, as a Twilight Zone episode.  At the same time, Spielberg very much brings his own signature style to the film, livening up dialogue-heavy scenes with interesting camera angles and getting good performances from Crawford, Barry Sullivan, and Tom Bosley.  Eyes is a clever story but, for modern viewers, the most interesting thing about it will be discovering that, even at the age of 22, Spielberg already had a clear directorial style.

The Escape Route (dir by Barry Shear)

The Escape Route is about an Nazi war criminal named Joseph Strobe (played by Richard Kiley) who is hiding out in South America and spending all of his time nervously looking over his shoulder.  One day, he enters a museum where he finds himself drawn to two paintings.  One painting features a man who has been crucified in a concentration camp, which we learn was Strobe’s trademark back when he, himself, was a camp commandant.  The other painting features a fisherman in a peaceful setting.  Even though Strobe imagines himself as the peaceful fisherman, his attention keeps getting redirected to the painting of the concentration camp.  Soon, Strobe realizes that a survivor of the camp (played by Sam Jaffe) is also in the museum and that he is studying the painting as well.

Compared to Eyes and especially The Cemetery, The Escape Route may seem like a rather low-key story but it has a power that sneaks up on you.  Hiding out (as many real-life Nazi war criminals did) in South America, Strobe is full of excuses for his past and he may indeed be sincere in his wish that he had just become a fisherman as opposed to a brutal Nazi.  But, in the end, Strobe can neither escape his past nor his final punishment.  Justice cannot be escaped, no matter how hard Strobe tries to outrun it.  In the end, there is no escape for the wicked.  Richard Kiley and Sam Jaffe both give excellent performances.  The Escape Route will stick with you.

As a series, Night Gallery was a bit uneven but the pilot stands as a classic of its type, featuring three short films that all deserve to be remembered.

As for me, I’m going to try to watch an episode or two a day.  I may review a few more Night Gallery episodes here on the Shattered Lens.  As I said, the series itself was a bit uneven and not every episode is as good as the pilot.  Still, there’s definitely some gems to be found in the Night Gallery and I’ll share them as I come across them.

Bloody Good Show: Robert Quarry as COUNT YORGA, VAMPIRE (AIP 1970)


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Robert Quarry’s screen career wasn’t really going anywhere by 1970. He had a good part in 1956’s soapy noir A KISS BEFORE DYING , but mostly he was relegated to uncredited bits in movies and guest shots on episodic TV. Quarry kept busy on the stage, until being approached by producer/actor Michael Macready to star in THE LOVES OF COUNT IORGA, originally envisioned as a soft core porn flick with horror elements. The actor said he would accept the job but only if it were turned into a straight modern-day vampire tale, and thus was born COUNT YORGA, VAMPIRE, launching Quarry into a new phase as a 70’s horror movie icon.

The plot is an updated version of Stoker’s DRACULA, with a few changes. Here, the Bulgarian-born Count Yorga is a recent transplant to California, and we first meet him conducting a séance on behalf of Donna, whose late…

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Silk Purse: MY NAME IS JULIA ROSS (Columbia 1945)


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Columbia Pictures cranked out 52 films in the year 1945, mostly ‘B’ movies with titles like LET’S GO STEADY, I LOVE A MYSTERY, EVE KNEW HER APPLES, ROCKIN’ IN THE ROCKIES, TEN CENTS A DANCE, and THE ADVENTURES OF RUSTY, along with their continuing series featuring Blondie, Boston Blackie, The Crime Doctor, The Durango Kid, and The Whistler. They were programmers, budget jobs, designed to fill a double bill  and a theater’s seats, bread-and-butter movies with no pretenses to reach any artistic heights.

MY NAME IS JULIA ROSS was one of those programmers, a quickie cashing in on the success of the previous year’s hit GASLIGHT. Whereas MGM’S psychological thriller boasted stars Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer directed by George Cukor, Columbia headlined their contract players Nina Foch and George Macready , good, competent actors but hardly box office draws. And in place of Cukor, Joseph H. Lewis sat in…

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Halloween Havoc!: ALIAS NICK BEAL (Paramount 1949)


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The worlds of supernatural horror and film noir collided to great effect in ALIAS NICK BEAL, John Farrow’s 1949 updated take on the Faust legend. The film wasn’t seen for decades due to legal complications, but last August the good folks at TCM broadcast it for the first time. I have been wanting to see this one for years, and I wasn’t disappointed! It’s loaded with dark atmosphere, a taut screenplay by hardboiled writer/noir vet Jonathan Latimer , and a cast of pros led by a ‘devilish’ turn from Ray Milland as Nick Beal.

The Faust character this time around is Joseph Foster, played by veteran Thomas Mitchell . Foster is an honest, crusading DA with political ambitions. When he says aloud he’d “give my soul” to convict racketeer Hanson, Foster receives a message to meet a man who claims he can help. Summoned to a seedy tavern on…

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Horror on TV: Thriller 2.4 “The Weird Tailor” (dir by Herschel Daugherty)


On tonight’s episode of Thriller, we see what happens when an aspiring sorcerer (George MacReady) accidentally kills his son.  In order to brings his son back to life, he has to have a special suit made by the weird tailor of the title (played by Henry Jones).

This is one of the better episode of Thriller.  For once, the use of the word “weird” in the title is not a misnomer!  This one was written by Robert Bloch, who adapted his own short story.  It originally aired on October 16th, 1961.

Soapy Noir: A KISS BEFORE DYING (United Artists 1956)


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A KISS BEFORE DYING is part soap opera, part film noir, and 100% 50’s kitsch! Based on the best selling debut novel by Ira Levin (who went on to give us ROSEMARY’S BABY and THE STEPFORD WIVES), it’s also the debut of director Gerd Oswald (who went on to give us AGENT FOR HARM and BUNNY O’HARE !).  Lawrence Roman’s screenplay has some suspense, but his characters are all pretty dull and dumb, except for Robert Wagner’s turn as a charmingly sick sociopath.

Wagner is college student Bud Corliss, from the wrong side of the tracks, dating rich but naïve Dorie Kingship (Joanne Woodward) to get his hands on dad’s copper mine loot. And when I say naïve I’m not just whistling Dixie; this girl’s downright dense! Bud, after learning she’s pregnant, decides the best thing to do is not marry her, but bump her off. He whips up some poison…

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