The Undead

I have seen this weird little movie twice. The first was on MST3K and then I saw the straightforward version on AMC. I must say that this is the only movie I've seen on MST3K that did not fully deserve it's treatment. Granted there are a lot of problems with the film. The perfomers, for the most part, were mediocre. But not so bad as to make the film unwatchable.

The production values had the distinct odor of cheese to them, but what can you expect from circa 1957?

The plotline is interesting. A mad scientist hires a street hooker to be a guinea pig on his experiments on past life regession. He transports the woman to 16th century Europe where, in this incarnation, she is a witch. The woman has to make a choice of whether or not to allow her past incarnation to die so her future lives can come into being-or stay in the past to live with her lover. Of course this guy is such a twit, death might be preferable to a lifetime with him. So maybe she really had no choice, after all.

What makes this so interesting is that the whole thing had a anachronistic new-agey quasi-feminist tone that is about ten years ahead of it's time. I actually found myself ignoring Mike and the 'bots and trying to concentrate on what was going on in the film. It's the first time that had ever happened. When I saw the non-MSTie version I actually grew to like it. Check it out. You might be surprised.

I like MST3K, but this movie really does deserve more credit than they gave it. The premise is pretty daring for 1957, and like the earlier film I Married a Witch, this movie forces males in the audience (and probably a few of the women) to feel physical attraction to, and thereby sympathy for, a witch. The actress is really very extraordinary to see. Sympathy in the 1950s audience is also created for a prostitute, another "bad" person, not only by emphasizing her looks but by making her (or, rather, her French incarnation) the most noble character on the screen. The people who sell their souls to Satan, and celebrate a forbidden mass, also come across as basically sympathetic figures, because of their miserable fortunes in a difficult, repressive society. And The Undead is almost aggressively feminist, even, with the bad witch appearing as a much stronger figure than Satan, and the male doctor who manipulates the poor prostitute ultimately looking quite awful. Apart from all this anti-social artistry, the atmosphere is evoked well, and the evocation of lawlessness and life-beyond-respectability is very effective.

I admire The Undead and encourage people to see the film without robots in the way.

Very entertaining concoction: in spite of its shaky sets, dresses with zippers and carriages definitely not from the 6th century (if the script is alluding to King Mark of Cornwall), verbose dialogs and a few corny performances, this Roger Corman production has the tone and feeling of a fairy tale, as performed by kids from elementary school with naiveté and spontaneity. The time-travelling premise in the script by Charles Griffith and Mark Hanna is clever and it could have benefited from a bigger budget for revisions, re-writes and higher production values. As it is, I find it funny, charming and even daring, as it somehow aspires to have values similar to literary works written in old times, about death, transcendence and the role of science in the evolution of mankind. It is also another proof of Corman's ability to turn almost anything into a pleasant time for the viewers. Recommended.

A clever, sly and witty film disguised as a B movie. I assume its low rating is due to the fact that its rarely seen

Yeah, that's right, I like the grave digger AND his incessant singing. Everyone calls him mad, MAD, I say!--but his little ballads are always right on point. He is very reminiscent of the Fool in King Lear--the observer whose supposed simple-mindedness allows him alone to comment insightfully on the madness of the others.

Also, I like movies that teach me things. Like that women in the fifties somehow had both 14" waists and, well, GIGANTIC BREASTS! Weird science, man. It's a wonder that woman didn't snap in two when she stood up.