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Wednesday, October 8, 2025

FRANKENSTEIN (1931)


Director:
James Whale

Writers: John L. Balderston, Garrett Fort, Francis Edward Faragoh, adapted from Mary Shelley’s 1818 novel Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus and Peggy Webling’s 1927 stage play Frankenstein

Producer: Carl Laemmle, Jr.

Cast: Colin Clive, Boris Karloff, Mae Clarke, Edward Van Sloane, Dwight Frye, John Boles, Frederick Kerr, Lionel Belmore, Marilyn Harris, Michael Mark, Francis Ford (uncredited)

In Europe, obsessed scientist Henry Frankenstein (Colin Clive) wants to create life. He assembles a new being from various stolen human body parts. Frankenstein believes that he can harness a lifeforce from lightning. During a thunderstorm, Frankenstein conducts his experiment. He succeeds in animating his creation (Boris Karloff), who is as ignorant as any newborn. Unfortunately, Frankenstein’s assistant Fritz (Dwight Frye) provided the brain of a criminal for transplanting into the skull of the huge, grotesque creature. Frankenstein’s neglect and Fritz’s abuse prompt the monster to become violent.

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When Universal Pictures’ 1931 Dracula proved to be a much-needed hit, Frankenstein would seem to be a sure-fire follow-up. Like Dracula, this film would also credit an earlier stage play adaptation of its source novel. Peggy Webling’s 1927 play can probably primarily be credited with proving to Universal Pictures that Frankenstein had commercial potential due to its recent English stage productions. Since John L. Balderston apparently hated Webling’s stage script, one would assume his film story treatment was hardly faithful to it.

An early contender for the director’s chair, Robert Florey, is supposed to have ignored any previous film treatments and wrote an uncredited script that may have shaped what is now a film classic. Florey had gone so far as to direct a 20-minute test film with none other than Dracula’s Bela Lugosi as the monster. There have been many contradictory accounts of how Lugosi’s monster in that test footage was depicted. Some have said his appearance was based on the animated clay being in Paul Wegener’s German film The Golem (1920). Others have suggested that the Lugosi monster makeup already had characteristics that would eventually be used in the final film, and that some of that makeup was based on Robert Florey’s ideas. This horror fan can think of no lost film footage that would be more thrilling to be found and shown one day than Florey’s Frankenstein film test. Ultimately, Florey did not get to direct Frankenstein and Lugosi was denied the monster role. That may have been an awful career move for Lugosi, yet he was not very enthusiastic about playing a mute role buried under extensive makeup. Of course, Lugosi would eventually play the monster in 1943’s Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man.

One distinction of Webling’s play would be that it is supposed to be the first time that Frankenstein’s monster is called “Frankenstein.” It was probably the Frankenstein film’s posters with the monster prominently featured that helped perpetuate the popular monster misnomer. Apparently by 1933, the name of Frankenstein being used as a euphemism for monstrous ugliness was common. In Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933), actress Glenda Farrell refers to that film’s disfigured menace as someone who “made Frankenstein look like a lily.”

It is interesting to note that the original 1818 novel of Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus by the English author Mary Shelley, while being a world-famous story of Gothic horror, is an early example of science fiction. Frankenstein is a scientist whose pioneering medical research and experimentation birth a being that becomes a menace and turns on its creator. The 1931 movie adaptation has little resemblance to the source novel, yet the film still shares the book’s themes of scientific irresponsibility, parental neglect, and man’s inhumanity to one who is different.

English director James Whale had recently established himself as a respected talent at Universal. His background in theater made him valuable as a director in the era when films were transitioning from silents to talkies. Whale had been involved in three World War I films, the last of which was the successful Waterloo Bridge (1931) for Universal Pictures. When the critically acclaimed, recent arrival at Universal was given his pick of projects for his next film to direct, he chose Frankenstein. World War I veteran James Whale wanted a change of pace from war films and certainly must have relished the stylized visual and dramatic opportunities suited to Gothic horror.

Whale brought not only his filmmaking craft to the project, for he was also instrumental in discovering the talent who would portray his film’s monster and become an icon of horror: Boris Karloff. The fellow Englishman’s unique, angular features must have struck Whale as being the perfect foundation for the strange being that needed to be built into the starring menace of his film.

Jack Pierce, Universal’s head makeup man, was about to become as revered to horror fans as Boris Karloff when he concocted the creature’s look. Mary Shelley’s original novel is vague on the details of the monster’s creation. Therefore, Pierce’s makeup expertise had to devise ways to depict the surgical improvisation and augmentation that Frankenstein used to construct a new being from various corpses that could be brought to life with electricity. He turned Karloff into the most recognizable character in horror history. There has been a multitude of Frankenstein films made all over the world since 1931, but Universal’s pale, scarred giant with the flattop skull and electrodes in its neck is still the world’s most famous movie monster. Pierce’s monster design played a huge role in the picture’s success and solidified Universal Pictures’ reputation as a fear film factory with Pierce as the chief monster maker.

Just as instrumental in the success of the film was Boris Karloff’s performance as the monster. Karloff is not only playing a character with the attention-getting advantage of a monstrous appearance. He is also bringing nuances of emotion to a being without the benefit of dialogue. Karloff’s inarticulate monster can only whimper, moan, and roar. Despite his heavy makeup and costuming, Karloff registers a wide array of expressions with a wonderful mime performance. This was something extraordinary at that time; what other film character was given so much emotional depth without being able to speak or even be considered truly human? Despite the monster receiving a criminal brain, we are left to wonder if it has only become dangerous as a reaction to abuse and neglect. Nearly a century later, Karloff’s performance still can’t be taken for granted. 

I was surprised to learn that, in addition to many years of stage work, the relatively unknown, 43-year-old actor had already appeared in 81 film roles by that time. I knew Karloff had already paid his dues as an actor, but I didn’t realize how often he had already been before movie cameras. All that dedication and experience finally paid off, and films were due for many more great, starring performances from Boris Karloff.

With Frankenstein’s sensational debut of Karloff’s monster, it is easy to forget what a fine performance Colin Clive contributes as Henry Frankenstein. Colin Clive was an English actor who had worked with director Whale before in the English stage production of Journey’s End before appearing in Whale’s 1930 film adaptation. Clive brings both obsessive intensity and sensitivity to the role. His wonderful speaking voice draws us in when he explains his ambition to make scientific discoveries. Clive’s unhinged victory rant of “It’s Alive! It’s Alive!” is a famous film quote and horror movie catchphrase. Horror fans appreciate Clive reprising his role in Bride of Frankenstein (1935) and starring in another ’30s creepy classic, Mad Love (1935). Unfortunately, Colin Clive was as emotionally tormented as his film characters and would soon die at just 37 years of age in 1937.

Two of the supporting cast were lifted from Universal’s pioneering, sound-era, horror classic Dracula: Edward Van Sloan and Dwight Frye. Van Sloane appears as another scientist, Dr. Waldman, who tries to help Frankenstein avoid the disaster his experiment is leading to. Frye plays another unsavory ally to the title character, this time around as hunchbacked lab assistant Fritz.


Mae Clarke plays Henry Frankenstein’s fiancée, Elizabeth. Clarke had drawn fine notices acting in director Whale’s recent Universal hit, Waterloo Bridge. Bette Davis was considered for the role of Elizabeth, but Whale must have preferred working again with Clarke after proving herself in his previous film. Mae Clarke had a very extensive filmography, yet her most famous film moment is probably having James Cagney smash half a grapefruit in her face in The Public Enemy (1931).

Despite its familiarity so many generations later, James Whale’s Frankenstein is still vital and entertaining to the discerning fright flick fan. Its expressionistic interior and stylized exterior sets create a mood ripe for nightmares. Whale’s camera moves establish settings and his shot choices cut abruptly to closeups that ratchet up character conflict or apprehension. In the early days of the sound era, this was very agile filmmaking that defied the “handicap” of coping with new sound recording technology which often hindered mobile camera work and varied perspectives in a scene.

Another trademark of Whale’s horror films is wit. This was not just ham-handed comic relief but touches of irreverence and eccentricity. One could argue that Frederick Kerr’s elderly Baron Frankenstein is a comic-relief character, but he is quite appealing in his blustery ignorance and jovial energy. One of my favorite bits in the film is after Dwight Frye’s Fritz refuses admittance to visitors trying to interrupt Frankenstein’s experiment. Whale’s camera lingers on the hobbling hunchback just long enough for us to see Fritz pause to pull up a droopy sock on his grubby ankle. That action serves no story purpose, but it is such a “non-movie” moment that it feels both real and funny.

Universal Pictures’ Frankenstein established many horror film tropes that would be indulged in by the genre’s filmmakers ever since: the indeterminant time and place of its European setting, graverobbing, the torch-bearing mob of angry villagers, monsters created by mad scientists, and extravagant and arcane mad science gadgetry. Electrician Kenneth Strickfaden’s impressive array of sparking, buzzing, and blazing gizmos used in Henry Frankenstein’s experiment were to be recycled and elaborated on in many more sci-fi scenarios for Universal Pictures over the years. This film defined the state-of-the-art for mad scientist labs.

Frankenstein became another much-needed box-office hit for Universal Pictures. It also drew a lot of criticism for its then-objectionable content. The horror genre was always a lightning rod for moral condemnation, and Frankenstein attracted its share of outrage. For decades after its initial release, prints of the film were trimmed of Henry Frankenstein blaspheming about feeling like God. Another more shocking incident was the monster’s unintentional drowning of the child (Marilyn Harris) that befriends him. Even today, death to children is a touchy subject in horror films. Fortunately, these trims have been restored to this horror classic.

With the 1931 back-to-back box office hits of Dracula and Frankenstein, horror at the sound era cinema was a proven crowd-pleaser. For the next 15 years, Universal Pictures was the predominant purveyor of fright flicks that created scary characters who are now American pop culture icons. They have achieved a legendary status that exemplifies all things spooky for all ages and all time.

Wednesday, June 9, 2021

CAULDRON OF BLOOD (1967/released 1970), aka BLIND MAN'S BLUFF

Director: Santos Alcocer

Writers: José Luis Bayonas, Edward Mann, John Melson

Producer: Robert D. Weinbach

Cast: Jean-Pierrre Aumonut, Boris Karloff, Viveca Lindfors, Rosenda Monteros, Milo Quesada, Dyanik Zurakowska (as Dianik Zurakowska), Ruben Rojo, Mercedes Rojo, Mary Lou Palermo, Manuel de Blas, Eduardo Coutelen, Jacqui Speed

A globetrotting French photojournalist (Jean-Pierre Aumont) travels to a Spanish seaside community to interview a reclusive sculptor (Boris Karloff). Amidst the carefree antics of the local hipsters, murders are being committed to supply skeleton armatures for the sculptor’s statues.

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This is a much-maligned giallo-style Spanish film that this reviewer admits to being obsessed with. Not to worry though, folks; I don’t own a garrote and can’t sculpt worth a damn. Then again, I do like to drink and play darts occasionally. Okay, maybe you should keep your distance.

Cauldron of Blood is part of the kill-to-create-art subgenre of horror films such as Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933), House of Wax (1953), and A Bucket of Blood (1959). It was certainly inspired by any or all of these previously mentioned films, as it also deals with statues molded upon murder victims. Like A Bucket of Blood, it also revels in the fads and attitudes of its time but without the pointed satire.

The Spanish setting of this film is interesting and the situation for our photojournalist hero is certainly appealing. Whether you love him or hate him, you’ve got to admit that Claude Marchand has it made. He is handsome, successful, jet sets about on a lavish expense account, and can hatch a get-rich-quick scheme with a total stranger in one minute flat while striking up a romance with a pretty bohemian half his age. His glib sophistication and brashness may be off-putting at first, but it is later tempered by some sentiment and humor.

Many viewers may share Valerie’s criticism when she snipes at Marchand during a photo shoot, “Don’t you think you’re overdoing the local color bit?” The film takes plenty of time to show off the scenery and the locals partying. I rather like the opportunity to settle into this locale. The film is paced quite leisurely, especially by today’s idiotically hyperactive standards. Despite this slow pace, it can be a bit disconcerting to follow the series of events. Sometimes there are jumps of narrative from the main characters to minor characters without propelling the plot or generating a thrill. No Dario Argento style set pieces are to be found here.

That is not to say that the film does not try. It does have some style in lighting and suspense going for it. One character being chased back to her home and a later stalking sequence before the kill are effective. The final deadly showdowns between the main characters are also well done. Then there is a nightmare sequence that really makes you wonder just what the hell is going on in one person’s psyche. It may have just been the filmmakers coming up with weird stuff to film, but it certainly shows how twisted and tormented the character must be. 

Perhaps most interesting is the sexual diversity in a few of its female characters. This was still something quite unusual for films of the time. It was probably meant to provide a kinky adult aspect to the film that would have proved just how “swinging sixties” it wanted to stress its world was. In true Euro-horror film fashion, oddball elements and strange character motivations season the story. It also provides some intriguing character conflicts without delving very deeply into them.

The film has a decent cast. Standouts are Viveca Lindfors, as the very conflicted and possibly insane Tania, and Boris Karloff, as her husband, the elderly blind sculptor Franz Badulescu. Horror buffs are disappointed that Karloff’s role is not more prominent, but he does have his moments, and it is his character’s profession that is the catalyst for the sinister goings-on in the story.

Jean-Pierre Aumont, as Claude Marchand, and Rosenda Monteros, as eventual love interest Valerie, seem to be a mismatched pair. Their gentle antagonism manages to enliven the proceedings a bit, though. Instead of this being a contrived conflict between the two stars that we just know are going to get it on anyway, Valerie’s petulance makes some sense. She is probably a bit conflicted about her attraction to Claude, when one considers their different lifestyles and her other relationship. The film does not put any deep focus on this development; it just sort of happens. Real life is like that sometimes.

Of special note to Euro-horror film fans are two other cast members: Milo Quesada, as bar owner Shanghai, and Dyanik Zurakowska, as the artist’s model Elga. Quesada had a small role at the beginning of the first Italian film to kick off the giallo trend, director Mario Bava’s The Girl Who Knew Too Much (1962), aka The Evil Eye. He also had a more menacing role in another Bava film the following year, the horror anthology Black Sabbath (1963). Dyanik Zurakowska’s blonde beauty graced a very important film in the development of Spanish horror, The Mark of the Wolfman (1968), aka Frankenstein’s Bloody Terror. That is the first film written by and starring Spain’s horror movie champion, Paul Naschy.

I truly dig the swingin’ sixties vibe of this flick, in particular, a great jazzy score by Ray Ellis. Contrary to the opinions of many others, I think the score is appropriate to the contemporary scene and the events in the story. There is an occasional stinger that is a bit obtrusive, but, overall, the music enhances the action or mood. Especially good is the snazzy and sinister music playing while the killer removes the body of the first victim. That music is effectively revamped into a rousing action theme toward the film’s climax. It blew my teenaged mind when I first saw the movie in its entirety back in the olden days on late night TV. I recognized that many of this film’s musical themes were recycled in the CBS Saturday morning SHAZAM! superhero television series. Wow! Who’d a thunk music in a '60s horror flick would work for a '70s kids’ show? I also sensed something else very appealing and familiar about the style of this film’s music. Much later, I learned that Ray Ellis also did the great score for the first 1967-television season of the Spider-Man cartoon series at about the same time he would have been working on this film.

Ultimately, the film could use a bit faster pacing and another kill or two. Some awkward editing and film processing make it seem a bit more crude and disjointed than it really is. On the whole, however, I think it is a much better film than its dismal reputation suggests. 

If I were a travelin’ man, I’d hop me a flight to Costa del Sol and hang out with the beautiful bohemians while sippin’ my beer and martinis. But it’s faster and cheaper to just pop Cauldron of Blood into the player and put my bent brain on vacation.

COLOSSUS: THE FORBIN PROJECT (1970)

Director: Joseph Sargent Writers: James Bridges adapting the 1966 novel Colossus by Dennis Feltham Jones Producer: Stanley Chase Cast: ...