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 It has become an annual tradition of mine to plunder the treasure stores of films that are, more or less, loosely or strictly, categorized under the rubric of “horror”. The definition is probably looser than some would like, but the baseline is some degree of unease, the macabre, and seasoned optionally with a monster type critter.

My pal Tim Kozlowski draws a line at films like “Silence of the Lambs” which does wind up on horror film lists, and which I actually do understand, but I’m not sure I can fully support, either. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s not preposterous enough, too damned good a film (not that there aren’t great, genre-transcending examples), or too multivalent that it can’t be simply stuffed into the “horror film” box. That said, I would be more inclined to assign the Ridley Scott sequel “Hannibal” to the checklist since it’s more single-minded in its approach and execution (it has much more in common with Dario Argento than Scott and lordy, it’s a mess…literally).

Thus far, my watch has been idiosyncratic on the one hand and somewhat catholic, on the other.

To wit, “Mad Love” and “Les Yeux sans Visage”/”Eyes without a Face” are not unexpected. There’s a thematic link between them and a kind of shared poetry; likewise, with “La Strega en Amore”/The Witch”, the 1966 adaptation of Carlos Fuentes’ novella “Aura”.  Then there’s “The Mask of Fu Manchu”, a pre-code delirium-inducing bag of not-completely disguised S and M with a hefty dose of casual racism, and “The Devil-Doll”, a preposterous bit of madness that works surprisingly well. There was something in the water in the thirties.

A couple of nights ago, I reprised “Shaun of the Dead” with my sister, who had not seen it and I feel as though I did the Lord of All Hallowed Eve’s work by introducing her to the first part of the Cornetto Trilogy. She’s seen “Hot Fuzz” and so is now appropriately predisposed for “The World’s End.” And last, to date (for there is more to come), “Scream 4.” I’m a completest, for sure, but I’ve also been intrigued by how Craven would handle ending this series. It turned out to be his last film, and it’s a not unworthy finish to a lengthy career.

2020 has been a horror show all by itself, but it’s been my experience that the genre provides several safety valves for the human psyche, not the least of which is to vicariously experience dread and existential horror and the often cathartic release of a story well-told. Note that I didn’t say anything about a happy ending. However, film like literature, grants a kind of satisfaction when the work is complete or whole in itself.

Before I do a quick pass at the past few nights’ viewing, I’m toying – very much – with a vampire day for Halloween. I’ll start with Murnau’s “Nosferatu” and end with Tod Browning’s “Dracula.” In between, I want to explore some of Universal’s lesser known films, a couple of the Hammer Films entries and a look at “I Vampiri”, the first Italian horror movie of the sound era.

What do you have planned for your viewing pleasure? Comment below and let me know what you are going to watch/are watching/did watch.

Okay. Cue camera two for the Reaction Shot(s).

 

Mad Eyes – Or Body Horror B.C. (Before Cronenberg)

There is nothing revelatory about saying that Karl Freund’s “Mad Love” and Georges Franju’s “Les yeux sans visage” are masterpieces of the genre. They are both works of astounding vision and a kind of daring that we take for granted, given not just how inured we are to using the anatomy as a prism through which to refract our more awful visions or the body as a canvas on which to inflict them.

In the earlier film, Peter Lorre (in another of cinema’s great performances of an outsider bearing a twisted soul) is Dr. Gogol whose reputation for saving lives is legend around Paris. He carries a torch for Frances Drake's Yvonne Orlac recently wed to Colin Clive as Mr. Stephen Orlac, concert pianist. Yvonne is an actress at a Grand Guignol theater that Gogol has been visiting every night and whose patronage seems to be quite generous.


In a not at all stalkerish (the opposite is true) meeting with Yvonne backstage, she thanks him for his support and fandom but lets him know that she’s retiring from the stage to journey through life with her husband. To be sure, Gogol takes this better than most who come unhinged. He doesn’t try to strangle her, but you see the slow burn in Lorre’s eyes. Seriously, the man was one of the screen’s great actors. As mimicked as he often was, he had a remarkable range and knew very well how to play to the camera without hogging the spotlight (he didn’t need to; and he could be wonderfully hammy in later years when it was called for).

Drake and Lorre
In any case, there’s a wrap party and Gogol is invited to stay and pay his respects and yes, it’s quite awkward. In the meantime, Stephen is en route to Paris from a concert and also on the train, we are introduced to Rollo, a knife thrower who murdered his wife. Rollo is played by the inimitable Edward Brophy who played a seemingly endless line of tough guys, gunsels and well-meaning boobs. This is all within the opening act. Freund establishes relationships with uncanny alacrity and yet, gives time for the actors to breathe.


 

It's a party
Not awkward. Not awkward, at all.

We also get a crisp picture of Gogol’s obsession for Yvonne when he buys a life-size wax figurine of her and has it delivered to his house. Admittedly, buying a wax figure of an actress isn’t the worst thing in the world, but it spills over into something else when we see Gogol begin speaking to the sculpture and framing it as Galatea to his Pygmalion. His housekeeper -  played in a strong turn by May Beatty – is a drunk who seems to be on thin ice with Gogol from one moment to the next. She seems to grow increasingly plastered over the course of the film and has a white cockatiel attached to her.

About this cockatiel, this was one of Gregg Toland’s definitive films as cinematographer and I have often wondered if Pauline Kael’s observation that “Mad Love” influenced “Citizen Kane” didn’t stem quite so much from Toland’s position as Welles’s director of cinematographer, as from the presence of the cockatiel in the later film. I am joking, of course. The cameraman had a distinct visual style that used light and shadow in extremely effective ways. I would argue, still, though, that Welles and Toland were more collaborators than that “Mad Love” itself was a major influence on “Kane.”

In any case, it is a remarkably lensed film (although Kael was not fond of it; she found it “a dismal, static, horror movie”, notable only for its photography”1) and I have to part company with Kael on another point. While she acknowledges Freund’s contribution to cinema (he shot “The Cabinet of Dr. Cagliari”, “The Last Laugh”, and “Metropolis”, for starters), I can’t agree that “Mad Love” is static. Sure, some of the framing is almost painterly in composition, but the movie itself packs a ton of development in little over an hour.

Housekeeper, Journo, Bird
May Beatty, Ted Healy, and the bird.
In a fair clip, we go from Stephen’s accident in a trainwreck that costs him his hand, Rollo’s execution and Yvonne’s pleading with Gogol, the brilliant surgeon that he is to help Stephen out (she acknowledges that she’s playing on his love for her as much as his humanity – which we’ve seen in how he treats children and apparently isn’t greedy), which he does by grafting the executed Rollo’s hands onto Stephen’s wrists. By this point, everyone’s lives seem to unravel.


Stephen and Yvonne are running low on reserves as payments for the surgery and therapy drain their coffers. He pays a visit to his father and rather spontaneously throws a fountain pen that shatters the shop window. The hands seem to have taken on a life of their own. He confronts Gogol about why his hands are behaving this way and the doctor replies by saying that Stephen is probably acting out a childhood trauma.

Meanwhile, Gogol has made a couple of moves on Yvonne and goes so far as to tell her she should be careful of Stephen, that he recommended Stephen take some time in the country. Stephen’s father is found dead, a knife in the back and is lured to meet a mysterious figure with metal hands who claims to be Rollo; that he survived his execution and that Stephen has his hands. Of course, it’s Gogol who has gaslit Stephen into thinking that it was he who killed his father and whose hands are now possessed of Rollo’s murderous instincts.

Lorre the prankster
Dr. Gogol, the prankster.

Stephen returns to Yvonne and tells him what he’s learned and that he needs to turn himself in. Yvonne heads for Gogol’s to confront him and/or ask for help (I can’t recall precisely her motivation).

To be sure, other wheels have been spinning; we were introduced earlier in the film to an American reporter, Reagan (played by Ted Healy, with nary a Stooge in sight) who follows several leads to Gogol when he discovers that Rollo’s body is allegedly at Gogol’s house. Through cross-purposes, he gets Gogol’s housekeeper to talk but she thinks Reagan is referring to the wax figure of Yvonne. When Reagan gains entry to Gogol’s house, he sees the statue and begins to reassess the situation. The housekeeper sees him out and all the while, during this time, Yvonne is en route to Gogol’s.

Reagan realizes that there’s more afoot and attempts to figure out the connections involved. The police are alerted as they are to arrest Orlac. In the meantime, Yvonne has made it to Gogol’s house, freaked the housekeeper out of her mind, enters the room where her wax doppelganger stands and accidently breaks it. She hears Gogol approach and assumes the statue’s place while we watch Gogol fall apart more and more. Lorre’s descent into madness across the film is remarkable.

Yvonne meet Yvonne
Funny meeting you here.

We see him come increasingly unglued to the point where he cannot operate on a child. His assistant, played by Keye Luke (they’d team up again in the Mr. Moto series in “Mr. Moto’s Gamble”) has to finish the operation and through it all, Lorre’s Gogol is barely holding it together. By the time he’s messed with Stephen Orlac’s mind, he’s gone full-tilt loon. When he shows up back at his house, Gogol is loudly mocking Stephen’s gullibility and crowing over his victory.

He begins his regular babbling at his Galatea for a bit and starts playing the organ (I can’t help but feel that this was a deliberate call-back to Lon Chaney, but for all I know, this may be in the source novel.) Yvonne breaks character, Gogol believes she really has come to life and then, upon realizing it’s Yvonne who rebuffs him again, begins strangling her.

By this time, the gendarmes, Reagan, and Stephen have arrived at Gogol’s and unable to break through the door, Stephen throws a knife across the room to nail Gogol in the back. Gogol dies, the door finally gives way, and Stephen and Yvonne are reunited. Whew.

All of this is told with an immense amount of finesse. There’s an economy of story-telling here that in other hands would have felt rushed, but Freund manages to stretch out the moments and ratchet up the tension in an almost Hitchcockian degree, if not fashion. Interestingly, Gregg Toland would lens “Rebecca” for Hitchcock a few years later.

There are layers of signifiers and foreshadowing throughout the film. The Grand Guignol theater’s very entrance seems more like the actual entrance to the story than the MGM lion at the film’s beginning. There’s a hanging dummy that seems to presage Rollo’s demise under the guillotine’s blade, and from there, we encounter some fascinating xenophobia when one character refers to Gogol as a foreigner in a derogatory tone. The retort is that he’s a fine man who has saved many lives and doesn’t charge the poor (or something to that effect; I’m piecing this together days after the fact.) It was this exchange that got me thinking later, though; in Vichy France, prior to World War II, would xenophobia have been as pronounced?

Again, not being familiar with Maurice Renard’s novel, I’m not sure what’s there in the source or what’s been overlaid as a result of Wolfson and Balderston’s screenplay and the additional script writers. More intriguing, though, is the relationship between Gogol and Yvonne. There’s a kind of Hannibal Lector – Clarisse Starling dynamic that is based on the one needing something from the other but the other unwilling to give it. Conversely, Yvonne needed assistance from Gogol and got it, but obviously, could not reciprocate (and no doubt would not have anyway).

Aside from Lorre, Drake’s performance stands out the most. She’s able to bring a range of color to what is often the routine damsel in distress; except that here, that’s not the case. The script has set up a sequence of ever more unhinged events that take us into a more psychological landscape than a movie of this type might otherwise be likely to do.

Colin Clive is actually left with a weaker role. His Stephen bears the brunt of ill-fortune and career ending tragedy, plus his relationship with his father is pretty hellish. (Your son has lost his hands, and he and his wife are bleeding out of money, and you’re not going to help him? Gogol may have been doing Stephen a favor.) So, naturally, he’s not going to exactly be a bastion of stiff upper lip. In his short career, Clive played this role, Dr. Henry Frankenstein (twice!) and Edward Rochester in “Jane Eyre” and breathed life into each of them. So to speak.

Stephen and Yvonne
Stephen Orlac (Colin Clive) with Rollo's hands


There’s not much to say about Ted Healy as something like comic relief. May Beatty, as I mentioned, comes off stronger; hers is a more flamboyant role, as it is. Withal, the supporting cast comport themselves well, but it’s Lorre’s show.

His work in the thirties showed a young master thespian at work. He was acting in a comedy while he was filming “M” for Fritz Lang. He would arrive in England and give a formidable performance in Hitchcock’s “The Man Who Knew Too Much” (and he’d work for Hitch again as a good guy in “Secret Agent”). His work in “Mad Love” and “Crime and Punishment” would cement his reputation as a serious actor. Sadly, his drug addiction would derail much of the goodwill that his acting elicited. The Mr. Moto series is not a Charlie Chan knock-off, though it traffics much in that 1930s Orientalism. Lorre in yellow-face reflects, of course, the inherent racism of the times and although he was playing an ethnic Japanese, one suspects that the Chinese Exclusion Act was probably extended to other Asian ethnicities, as well.

Be all this as it may, Lorre never gave less than assured and often stellar, performances, regardless of the studio or the script. His later turns as part of Warner Brothers’ stock company would establish him as one of the greatest character actors that cinema has seen.

Regarding his performance here, there is a kind of vulnerability we see in Gogol’s attempts to approach the object of his obsession. You get the feeling that his is a stunted sexuality, one that had never found expression either from trauma (since he leveraged that bit of cheap psychology on his victim) or from his own disposition. Characters like Gogol aren’t entirely unsympathetic in the hands of actors that can bring more to the role than the role may require.

It would have been easy and cheap for Lorre to overplay Gogol and no one would have been the wiser, but his devolving into madness rings true and is all the more potent for it.

Next up, the body horror intensifies with Franju’s masterpiece, “Eyes Without a Face.”

Notes

1. Kael, Pauline. 5001 Nights at the Movies. p. 347;  The Citizen Kane Book, p. 112

 

Bibliography

Kael, Pauline. 5001 Nights at the Movies. New York. Holt, Rhinehart and Winston. 1985.

___________. The Citizen Kane Book. New York. Bantam Books. 1974.  


 




















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