Mad Science Mayhem: The John Carradine Netflix Instant Watch Edition

The last time we discussed John Carradine on this blog, he was a mad doctor using human hormone secretions to turn a 600 pound gorilla into the beautiful and exotic Acquanetta (Going Ape Chic). It's impossible to neatly sum up the career of an actor who appeared in literally hundreds of movies and TV shows (not to mention the theater) over 6 decades, except to say the man worked… and worked… and worked. He worked in every genre, and no part however small, or production however meager, was beneath him. If, out of that immense body of work, John is best known for his horror and sci-fi outings, then that says something about the staying power of those genres. Cinematic horror and sci-fi are the modern equivalents of fairy tales for youngsters and adults. In the brave new 21st century, I suspect that few of us are so comfortable, sophisticated, or tech-obsessed that we've lost the fear of (or need for) the unseen thing lurking in the shadows. There's a little bit of the Grim(m) in all of us, so we naturally gravitate to fairy tales of science gone wrong, suspense, and horror.

While the archetypal mad doctor / scientist character is now seen as a quaint, amusing contrivance, it's no stretch to see why it was so prevalent in sci-fi and horror films of the 20th century. At the very same time that science was shrinking the world with new communications and transportation technologies, conquering diseases, and prolonging life, some of those same technologies were being used to wage world war and cause unimaginable pain, suffering and death. And in the 1950s, the ultimate application of science, the hydrogen bomb, threatened to end life and civilization as we know it. Is it any wonder that scientists in the movies were often portrayed as bat sh*t crazy?

"Now this isn't going to hurt... much...": John Carradine
(wearing the lab coat) in The Invisible Man's Revenge (1944)

Perhaps more than any actor of his time, John Carradine personified the good science / bad science dichotomy. Here was a good-looking, urbane and sophisticated man who was seemingly always up to no good in the B's, trying to create an army of zombies for the Nazis in one, or kidnapping a street alcoholic and flash-freezing him for an experiment in suspended animation in another. For many moviegoers of the mid-twentieth century, John, and others like him (George Zucco and Lionel Atwill come immediately to mind), were the faces of science run amok: rational and sophisticated on the outside, mad and amoral on the inside.

In the 1940s alone, Carradine played doctors or scientists suffering from varying degrees of madness in 5 films:

• Captive Wild Woman (1943)
• Revenge of the Zombies (1943)
• The Invisible Man's Revenge (1944)
• Return of the Ape Man (1944)
• The Face of Marble (1946)

He would return to the mad scientist role several more times in his career (and unfortunately, in productions that make some of his B movies of the '40s and '50s look like Gone With the Wind-- Ted V. Mikels' The Astro-Zombies, 1968 and Al Adamson's Blood of Ghastly Horror, 1972 being two of the more egregious examples). But it's no coincidence that the bulk of his mad scientist / doctor work occurred during the height of World War II. The Nazis had taken over a country that was widely considered to be at the top of the world pecking order in terms of culture and science. When these movies were made, they had turned a once high-minded culture and its science and technology to total war and genocide, and were well on their way to destroying themselves along with much of Europe and North Africa. With the American public clamoring to see such hubristic evil get its just deserts on their neighborhood movie screens, John got lots of work taking the fall in these celluloid fairy tales.

Lucky Netflix Instant Watch subscribers have a couple of Carradine's mad doctor flicks from the '40s at their disposal. While these are by no means great films and they scrape the bottom of the B production barrel (both are from Monogram Pictures, one of the lowly Poverty Row studios that hit its rickety stride in the '30s and '40s), the stories they tell are so off-the-wall and loopy that you might just be tempted to smile as they stream across your flatscreen.

Now Playing: Return of the Ape Man (1944)

Pros: Rare pairing of Carradine and Bela Lugosi; Harebrained Mad Scientist plots and dialog provide offbeat amusement
Con: Clumsily frenetic; Aimed at the lowest of common denominators

In Brief: The movie opens with a newspaper headline about the ongoing mysterious disappearance of a notorious "tramp." Cut to a laboratory, where professors Dexter (Bela Lugosi) and Gilmore (John Carradine) are removing a body from an odd-looking glass-walled chamber. They lay him out on a table, inject him with something, and pretty soon the man is sitting up and rubbing his head, to the obvious delight of the scientists. The subject, obviously the tramp of the newspaper story, wonders how long he was unconscious. Dexter and Gilmore just smile knowingly. Dexter gives him some money and sends him on his way. We learn that he'd been kidnapped by the unethical scientists four months previously, and had been frozen in suspended animation all that time.

Dexter, apparently the head scientist and the more dominant of the two, isn't satisfied with just flash-freezing hobos and reviving them. He wants to revive someone who's been frozen in the ice for hundreds, if not thousands, of years. So Dexter, with Gilmore in tow, mounts an Arctic expedition to find a frozen cave man. After months with nothing to show for it, Gilmore is ready to give up, telling the obsessed Dexter that the chances of finding what they're after are one in an million. At that exact moment, an avalanche reveals -- you guessed it -- a cave man entombed in ice.

The "Ape Man" (Frank Moran) thinks about getting a haircut
as the mad doctors decide what to do with him.

After they revive the primitive man back at the lab ("It's alive!" Dexter exclaims, channeling Colin Clive from the original Frankenstein), Dexter starts stewing again. It's not enough to simply discover a frozen cave man, transport him back to civilization and restore him to life. He now wants to transplant the "rational" part of a modern man's brain into the cave man in a mad effort to give him the power of speech, but at the same time retain his memories and connections with his primitive life. Being the bright boy he is, Gilmore deduces that the scheme will require surgery on a living person -- "It would be murder!" he tells Dexter. "Murder is an ugly word," Dexter responds coldly, "I don't recognize it!"

Dexter is so keen to get on with his new project, that he selects his unwitting subject Steve (Tod Andrews) -- a law student and fiance of Gilmore's niece -- at a dinner party held at the Gilmore house. Gilmore notices Dexter's and Steve's absence just in time, and intercepts the professor before he can carve up Steve's brain. While Gilmore apparently had no qualms about kidnapping hobos and flash-freezing them, he draws the line at murdering people near and dear to him: "Science does not demand murder on its behalf!" he lectures the sullen Dexter, adding, "I believe you're quite mad!"

Undeterred, Dexter concocts a plan to trap an even better brain candidate. He succeeds in transplanting the brain mass into the "ape man," giving it the power of speech, but the brain augmentation does nothing to suppress the creature's killer instincts. The hairy humanoid goes on a rampage and leads Steve and the police on a mad chase through the city streets…

Mad Doctor Note #1: Return of the Ape Man sounds like a sequel, but it was simply Monogram's attempt to capitalize on one of their earlier Lugosi vehicles, The Ape Man (1943); while the characters and settings are different, they do share the common theme of mad science. Return gets pretty silly in the second half when Monogram's version of the Keystone Kops and Steve chase the "ape man" from the lab, to Gilmore's house, to a rundown theater (?!?), and back to the lab again. It does excel with ripe Mad Scientist dialog. One of the highlights is when Dexter sits off in a corner at Gilmore's dinner party, scowling at the other guests making small talk. "You know, some people's brains will never be missed!" he mutters.

Mad Doctor Note #2: Return of the Ape Man lists suave (and frequent B movie villain) George Zucco in the credits. According Richard Bojarski (The Complete Films of Bela Lugosi, Citadel, 1992), Frank Moran was supposed to play the pre-operation brutish cave man, and George Zucco was to play the more civilized, post-operative primitive man with an enhanced brain. Zucco pulled out before filming began with an unspecified illness (possibly after reading the script), and Frank ended up playing the part from beginning to end (the brain operation scarcely alters him). (Side note: the characters keep referring to Moran's character as an "ape man," and looking "more like ape than man." In actuality, Moran, dressed in tattered rags, looks only marginally hairier and rougher than the street bum that the good doctors experiment on at the beginning.)

Key Player: Like Carradine, Bela Lugosi kept popping up as a mad scientist throughout the mid-forties. In 1943's The Ape Man, he plays a scientist who turns himself into a half ape, half human hybrid, and spends the rest of the film desperately trying to find a cure. In Voodoo Man (1944), he plays an elegant doctor dabbling in voodoo to revive his beloved dead wife. And again, in 1945, he dons the mad doctor lab coat in the comedy-horror Zombies on Broadway. (Around that time he also took his turn playing the Frankenstein Monster in Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man, 1943, and put on his Dracula cape for The Return of the Vampire, 1944.)

Now Playing: The Face of Marble (1946)

Pros: A step up in production values; Atmospheric with some interesting lab scenes
Con: Chaotic, confusing mix of sci-fi, horror and fantasy with a touch of voodoo; Convoluted love triangle (actually, quadrangle) taxes the viewer's patience

In brief: On a dark and stormy night, brilliant surgeon Charles Randolph (Carradine) hauls the body of a drowned sailor found washed up on the beach back to the laboratory at his seaside mansion. In a lucky coincidence, Randolph and his assistant, Dr. David Cochran (Robert Shayne) have been experimenting with an electro-chemical process to bring the recently deceased back to life, and the sailor is a perfect candidate. In a scene obviously influenced by the Universal Frankenstein movies, the sailor is revived amid impressive arcs of electricity. But there's a side effect: the man's face is unnaturally rigid and pallid-- "a face of marble!" Cochran exclaims. The sailor rises zombie-like, only to be laid low again by a near direct lightning strike on the house. Randolph returns the body to the beach, reasoning that since he was dead already, no harm was done.

Randolph's young socialite wife Elaine (Claudia Drake) is on to her husband, and pleads with Cochran to convince Randolph to give up the risky experiments. It turns out she married the older man in gratitude after he saved her life with a delicate brain operation, but the marriage has soured, and the ruggedly handsome Cochran is quite the temptation. Elaine's creepy but loyal servant Maria (Rosa Rey) spies on the two, sees the affection that her mistress has for the younger doctor, and makes up her mind to bring the two together using her voodoo arts (specifically by placing a voodoo love doll under Cochran's pillow to get him to fall for Elaine). When Cochran, confused and irritated, throws the doll into a beaker of acid, the mortified Maria predicts that violent death will come to the house.

Meanwhile, the local police inspector and old friend of Randolph's, Norton (Thomas E. Jackson), comes calling. It seems an autopsy of the sailor found that the body had undergone a severe electric shock, and the doc's the only person for miles around who's been experimenting with electricity. Randolph fends him off by appealing to their friendship, but Norton remains deeply suspicious.

Spooked by his old friend's questions, Randolph decides to go back to experimenting with animals, specifically, his wife's even-tempered and loyal Great Dane Brutus. He persuades the reluctant Cochran to help him one more time. Randolph kills poor Brutus, then tries to revive him. At first, it looks like the experiment has failed, but then, shortly after leaving the lab, the doctors hear him barking. Returning to the lab, they encounter a very aggressive dog baring its fangs. Randolph shoots it with no effect, then they watch flabbergasted as Brutus turns transparent and jumps through a closed window.

Having killed his wife's dog and turned it into a spectral Hound from Hell, Randolph continues to put the screws to the wayward Elaine (perhaps consciously, perhaps not) by inviting Cochran's girlfriend, Linda Sinclair (Maris Wrixon), to stay at the house. Elaine is clearly not pleased that she has to entertain her rival for David's affections as a houseguest. But soon, the attractive blonde girlfriend is itching to leave after being visited in her guest room by the the snarling Brutus who seems to be able to materialize out of thin air. At this point, the movie throws so many plot contrivances at the poor viewer, that you could forgive him/her for thinking that scenes from 3 or 4 different movies had been edited together by mistake. Local farm animals are drained of their blood, a devious murder plot is hatched, the would-be murderer makes a tragic miscalculation, people as well as animals start turning into ghostly spectres, an innocent character is framed, and the accused makes a quick, but implausible, break from police headquarters to save the day. It's as if the screenwriter had fallen behind on his deadline and started smoking wacky tobacky midway through the job. It's a wild '40s B ride, if you can hang on.

A dapper Robert Shayne from his
Adventures of Superman days

Key player: Robert Shayne is perhaps best remembered as Inspector Henderson from the '50s TV series Adventures of Superman with George Reeves. He was also busy in '50s sci-fi movies, among other things, appearing in Indestructible Man (1956) alongside Lon Chaney, Jr., Kronos (1957), The Giant Claw (1957), War of the Satellites (1958), and Teenage Caveman (1958). Shayne was signed by Warners Bros. as a contract player in the early '40s, but by the time of Face of Marble, was freelancing on his own. At this point he was undoubtedly having second thoughts about his career move. Tom Weaver, in his Poverty Row Horrors! Monogram, PRC and Republic Horror Films of the Forties (McFarland, 1993), quotes Shayne as saying that he was somewhat less than happy with the end product:

"After we had finished it, I went to see a preview of it over in South Los Angeles somewhere, with my wife and another couple. We were near the back of the house, and as this picture went along I hung my head, I was so embarrassed by it! Finally, when the thing was over, I got out into the lobby before anybody else did, and I was standing against a wall with my wife and this other couple. Two young ladies came out and stood against an opposite wall, and they did a double-take when they saw who I was. And one of them came over to me and said [wagging a finger], 'Mr. Shayne, you ought to be ashamed to be in a picture like that!'"

Still, time heals many wounds. What might have seemed embarrassing back in the '40s becomes good, campy fun decades later.

Your (Great-)Grandfather's Old, Dark Tavern

Now Playing: The Rogues' Tavern (1936)

Pros: The male and female leads; A deliciously ripe villain's speech at the climax
Cons: Stale Old Dark House cliches; Rock-bottom production values

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Facebook investors take note: I've been on it for a year or so now, and the surest sign of the decline and fall of a service like this is when old people like me start grudgingly using it.

Sure enough, it looks like the early reports of youngsters abandoning Facebook are indeed true, and they're jumping ship faster than rats at an Orkin convention.  In the "real" world, teens use their smart phones and earbuds very effectively to screen out older people and pretend they don't exist. Just the thought that parents, aunts, funny uncles, and grandparents are using their social media tools is too much to bear. So, it's on to the next great fad, at least until the oldsters invade it with photos of their cats, political rants, what they ate for dinner, etc., at which point the great migration will begin anew.

However, I do see a potential win-win situation in all this faux social chaos. With decent pensions going the way of the dinosaurs, and politicians in both parties drooling at the thought of taking big bites out of Social Security and Medicare, seniors like me are going to need some extra pocket change to keep their food pantries stocked with something more than Sam's Club-special cat food and Ramen noodles. So, all you teens and twenty-somethings with discretionary income, what's it worth to you to keep grumpy old people like me out of your precious social sites? To make it convenient, we'll accept all major credit cards, Paypal and Google payments. Since founder Mark Zuckerberg is still (barely) a twenty-something and stinkin' rich, I think he should be the first to pony up. Hey Mark, if you're reading this, contact me and we can arrange for a reasonable lump sum payment to be transferred to my account in the Cayman Islands.

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Since Valentine's Day is getting close, I thought I'd use part of this post to celebrate a long-lost love. She was nothing much to look at, but in the olden days before online streaming and Blu-Ray (heck, even before DVDs, if you can imagine that), she provided me with hour upon hour of unique, one-of-a-kind entertainment. Okay, before you get too creeped out, "she" was a video store -- the charming, eccentric, independently-owned kind that was hard to find even 20 years ago.

Morris Classic Video was located in a dumpy, nondescript mini-strip mall just north of South Bend, Indiana, near the Michigan border. It was one of those places you knew about through word of mouth, because the chances of finding it on your own were next to nil. From the outside, it looked way too small to hold much of anything, not to mention a good videotape collection. But when you entered through the creaky front door, the standard laws of physics and geometry no longer applied, and wonderfully peculiar video worlds beckoned you from every nook, corner and cranny.

To maximize their cramped space, the proprietors installed dozens of floor-to-ceiling pegboards that housed video sleeves and numbered round tags corresponding to the various titles. You browsed the cover art, grabbed the tags for the videos you wanted, and took them to the main desk where they fetched the VHS cassettes. Space was tight to say the least, and even someone as lean and mean as myself sometimes had difficulties squeezing through the maze of shelves. In the winter, with a heavy coat on, it was a real challenge to navigate--  on several occasions I backed up to make room for another customer, or absent-mindedly raised my arm, and a bunch of tags would clatter to the floor.

True to its name, Morris Classic Video played host to the all-time greatest stars of the silver screen (and some wannabes as well). There was a Katherine Hepburn section and a Bogart section, and for some reason I never quite figured out, an Eric Roberts (!??!!) section (possibly one of the owners had the hots for Eric, brother of the reprehensible and revolting Julia). And there was more than silver screen classics -- Morris was where I discovered the incomparable I, Claudius on videotape.

But best of all for someone with my peculiar tastes, they had a generous helping of "classic" sci-fi and horror. I got reacquainted with some of the great, schlocky sci-fi flicks of my childhood, titles like The Angry Red Planet (1959) and The Crawling Eye (1958). Better still, they stocked a fair number of horror and mystery thrillers from the '30s and '40s, obscure programmers from the Poverty Row studios that never made it to the Creature Features that I watched as a kid. Many of the titles were from the now defunct outfit Video Yesteryear, which specialized in public domain cinema. When I got a catalog to see what else they offered that Morris didn't, it wasn't long before I was in the grip of that terrible, yet exhilarating addiction known as video collecting.

Jimmy (Wallace Ford) and Marjorie (Barbara Pepper) wonder
whatever became of Morris Classic Video in South Bend, Ind.

I'm not sure what attracted me to The Rogues' Tavern at Morris Video, except that, apparently having had a lot of time on my hands back in those days, I systematically went through pretty much their whole collection of classic horror, sci-fi and mysteries. If you're not open-minded and in the right mood, B programmers from the '30s like Rogues' Tavern can be more work than pleasure. The medium was still evolving: cameras and sound equipment were clunky and hard to use; the acting craft was still recovering from the exaggerated mugging of the silent era; and only the best, most imaginative crafts men and women with the highest budgets were discovering that cinema could combine good storytelling with pace, movement and spectacle to transport audiences to new worlds. Consequently, B movies of the '30s were often maddeningly static affairs, set-bound, with outrageous overacting, no music tracks, embarrassing character stereotypes, and a glacier-pace.

Still, the better B's overcame these deficiencies with personable leads (especially the leading ladies), strange, eccentric supporting characters, and clever, lightning-quick dialog. Rogues' Tavern predictably suffers from some of the worst traits of the cheapies, yet delivers just enough punch -- especially through an unusual red-herring and some deliciously over-ripe dialog -- that it's worth checking out for hardcore vintage mystery-thriller fans.

Rogues' Tavern starts out with Jim Kelly (Wallace Ford) and Marjorie Burns (Barbara Pepper), two department store detectives, desperately trying to get married in the middle of the night. The Justice of the Peace tells them there's a waiting period, but he can call the nearest Justice over in the next state, and they can meet him at the Red Rock Tavern just over the state line. We're not quite sure what the hurry is, but the two lovebirds quickly agree to the plan. The next lines are a good indication of what the viewer is in for (Noel Coward this is not!):

Kelly [to the Justice of the Peace]: Are you married?
Justice: No, I was born this way.

"Why grandpa, what big eyes you have!"

Ouch! The script never really rises above this clunker. The pair arrive at the tavern with the wind, and a dog, howling in the background. The interior of the Red Rock looks nothing like a tavern, but rather a standard-issue old dark house with a large fireplace, grand staircase, wall tapestries, a suit of armor, etc. Apparently, there wasn't enough money in the budget to outfit the set to look like a tavern, so they just used it as-is. But the set is appropriate, since what we're watching is a typical old dark house thriller. In its 67 minute running time, Rogues' Tavern checks off just about every cliche in the Old Dark House subgenre, which by 1936 was getting a bit long-in-the-tooth:

✓ A dark and stormy (in this case, windy) night
✓ An intrepid, wisecracking male protagonist (Jimmy Kelly / Wallace Ford)
✓ A plucky blonde female protagonist who's constantly being menaced by shadowy figures and clutching hands coming out of secret rooms and passageways (Marjorie Burns / Barabara Pepper)
✓ A houseful of unlucky victims who've been summoned to get their just rewards
✓ A mysterious, exotic-looking femme-fatale (Gloria Robloff / Joan Woodbury)
✓ An eccentric handyman/house servant who's afraid of his own shadow
✓ An eerie face at the window
✓ Creepy disembodied voices
✓ Scads of red-herrings, including a howling dog
✓ A mad, deadly plan of revenge exposed by the plucky protagonists

The two leads, Wallace Ford and Barbara Pepper, manage to make this stale affair watchable. Wally Ford is one of my favorite character actors from the '30s and '40s. No matter what he's in, his doughy-faced, wisecracking everyman act has me smiling every time. This is not one of his better performances -- he stumbles through some of his lines and slurs others -- but he still brings life to a programmer that without him would be deadly dull to watch. (It probably didn't help that this was an ultra-low budget, 1-take-and-done production. For a much better showcase of Ford's talents, see The Mummy's Hand, 1940. See also my write up of One Frightened Night for more info on his fascinating life, which rivals the plots of many of his movies!)

Marjorie is menaced by... a stuffed dog's head!

Per the dictates of the subgrene, Barbara Pepper as Marjorie is perky, intelligent, curious and very blonde. She's instrumental in solving the mystery, but Ford's character is so dismissive and arrogant toward her that you wonder why she is so hot-fired to marry him. (Barbara went from a showgirl spot in Ziegfield's Follies to movie starletdom in the early thirties, then turned to the inevitable TV career in the '50s. Toward the end of her life, she was a recurring character, Doris Ziffel, on the TV comedy Green Acres.)

As a counterpoint to the perky blonde, Rogues' Tavern throws a dark, exotic-looking beauty, Joan Woodbury (as Gloria Robloff), into the mix. Unfortunately Joan has little to do except peer at her fortune-telling cards and glumly intone lines like "Everyone here is in the shadow of death!"

The ultimate redemption of Rogues' Tavern is the murderer's rousing, florid speech at the climax, punctuated with bouts of insane laughter. It is a memorable piece of over-the-top acting, and is mentioned in everything that I have read about the film. It is the prototype for the mad villain's taunting of the captured hero in every spy movie or comic book adaptation you've ever seen. There aren't too many candidates for the maniac in this one, so even if the culprit comes as no surprise, at least the speech will have you grinning.

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