"She was a very beautiful girl. One hates to
perform an autopsy on a beautiful girl."
Autopsy Surgeon (Stanley Andrews)
(Spoilers) Filmed
as Accent on Horror. Five years
prior to being reduced to such fare as Bela
Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla (1952) and six to the trash classic Glen or Glenda (1953 / trailer / film), the possibly
already opiate-addicted Bela Lugosi appeared in this movie here, yet another
Poverty Row project, this time around a production of the little-known firm, Golden Gate Pictures. It was directed by William
Christy Cabanne (16 April 1888 – 15 Oct 1950), a man with over 100
feature-film credits alone to his name and nary even a semi-classic amongst
them. (He did, however, do second unit direction on a few D.W. Griffith
classics.)
Scared to Death enjoys
mildly more film historical importance than many of Lugosi's late-career B- and
C-film productions in that it is the lone color film in which he ever had a
starring role; in the only other color feature film that he appeared in, Viennese Nights (1930 / a song), he isn't even listed in the film credits. Equally
interesting, historically, is that Scared
to Death is perhaps the first film to be narrated by a corpse, if
incompetently; the most famous film to utilize this device, Billy Wilder's
classic, Sunset Blvd (trailer), didn't hit the
screens until three years later in 1950.
Written by
"Walter Abbott", this semi-Lugosi vehicle is based on a play by "Bill
Heedle" entitled Murder on the
Operating Table, which was inspired in parts by a 1933 murder case
involving Dr. Alice Wynekoop.*
(Both Walter
Abbott and Bill
Heedle, by the way, are known pseudonyms for forgotten playwright Frank
Orsino.) Lugosi is the headlining star of the movie, and he obviously enjoys
both his part and his humorous dialogue, but despite his star status the
amount of time he's on screen is possibly equaled or exceeded by other key
players, including a surprisingly competent and playing-it-straight George Zucco
(of House of Frankenstein [1944]); Zucco,
who plays the elder Dr. Joseph Van Ee, supposedly replaced the originally cast
Lionel Atwill (of The Vampire Bat [1933] and so much
more) in the role as Atwill was too ill to work — indeed, Atwill
died while Scared to Death was still being
shot.
* "On the evening of
November 21 [1933], Dr. Wynekoop said she found the naked body of her
daughter-in-law, Rheta, on the antique operating table in her basement office.
She had been chloroformed and shot. Wynekoop's gun lay beside her. The doctor
told the police that she had been robbed several times, and that it was
probably the work of some thief looking for drugs. Then it came to light that
Dr. Wynekoop, who was in debt, had recently insured Rheta for $5,000 with the
New York Life Insurance company. The policy had a double indemnity clause in
case of death by violence. Wynekoop was found guilty of murder and sentenced to
25 years in prison, though there were many people who believed that Rheta's
husband may have actually killed his wife. He did, in fact, confess to the
murder. [Frank] Orsino's play, written under the pseudonym Bill Heedle, opened
the same day that Wynekoop went on trial. [Mark Thomas McGee in
Talk's Cheap, Action's Expensive]" In the original play that became Scared to Death, the lead doctor
character was a woman; other changes in the film include a final body count that
got reduced from four in the play to one in the film, and two detectives that
were changed into a brain-dead house detective and a fast-talking reporter.
Scared to Death:
If you bother to
listen to Joe Dante's Trailer from Hell
commentary above, it must be said that the talented director makes the movie
sound a lot better than it is, though he does freely admit that Scared to Death is, at best, to be
considered a guilty pleasure ("It's a terrible film, but I love it").
The flaws of the film are multifarious, to say the least, and the movie is
hardly a pleasure to watch. At the same time, however, it is one of those oddly
terrible movies that might bore while running but keep popping up in your mind
after the fact to instigate a smile or a snigger.
Nevertheless, at least in our
case, the trivia and tidbits one discovers when researching the film are
actually far more interesting and entertaining than the movie itself, despite
its occasionally entertaining dialogue, an obliquely threatening George Zucco,
an "I'm having fun" Lugosi, the oddly huggable character of Bill
Raymond (former Olympic wrestler Nat Pendleton, pictured below not from the
film, of The Mad Doctor of Market Street
[1942 / trailer] and The Thin Man [1934 / trailer] and many of its
sequels, here in his last film), and the appearance of everyone's favorite vertically challenged actor of
yesteryear, Angelo Rossitto (of the infamous flicks Child Bride [1938 / trailer] and Freaks [1932 / trailer], The Big House [1930], Paul Hunt's The Clones [1973], Galaxina
[1980, with Marilyn
Joi], From a Whisper to a Scream [1987,
with Susan
Tyrrell], Dracula vs. Frankenstein [1971],
the low-budget art horror short Dementia [1955] and so much more)
as the relatively unnecessary and mute character Indigo.
Although the
events that transpire in Scared to Death
span several days and occur at all times of the day and seldom in the dark,
at its core the movie is a studio-bound comedy thriller along the lines of that
classic chestnut known as an Old Dark House film. Indeed, but for the opening
and closing scenes at the morgue — and the regularly interspersed and poorly
executed two-to-three-second scenes of the dead Laura Van Ee (Molly Lamont of Devil Bat's Daughter [1946 / full film]) lying on the
morgue table and making unneeded V.O. commentary — almost all the action transpires
within the almost drug-like Cinecolor-colored* Van Ee house.
Unluckily, when it comes to how the "action"
is filmed, director William Christy Cabanne (The Mummy's Hand [1940 / trailer]), behind Sam
Newfield (see: The Monster Maker [1944]) and
William "One-Shot" Beaudine (see: Bela
Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla [1952]) one of the most prolific directors in the history of
American films, lives up to his reputation of being one of the most boring
directors in film history: his extremely sleep-inducing non-style is basically
block, point and shoot, which does nothing in any way to enliven the
proceedings. Assuming he also made the decision of how to film the unneeded
interjections of Laura Van Ee on the slab in the morgue, Scared to Death reveals him to be a spectacularly untalented filmmaker
incapable of infusing the film with anything that might indicate a creative eye
or artistic intention.**
* "Cinecolor was an early subtractive
color-model two-color motion-picture process, based upon the Prizma system of
the 1910s and 1920s and the Multicolor system of the late 1920s and 1930s. It
was developed by William T. Crispinel and Alan M. Gundelfinger, and its various
formats were in use from 1932 to 1955. [Wikipedia]" William T. Crispinel, who retired from the
firm in 1948, was the father of the extremely minor background actor Lee
Bennett (born William Arthur Louvain Crespinel), who appears briefly in Scared to Death as Rene, the first
husband of Laura, whom we learn along the way she sold out to the Nazis during
her European days and who, in the film's present day, has returned for revenge.
** Untalented as he was,
Cabanne, a D.W. Griffith "discovery", supposedly did assistant
director work on Griffith's extremely racist but historically important Birth of a Nation [1915 / full extremely racist film]
and indulgent Intolerance [1916 / full film]. More
notable, perhaps, is his hair-brained B-movie drama, The Red-Haired Alibi (1932 / full film), forgotten as
being the first feature film to have a not-yet-famous Shirley Temple in a
credited role. Scared to Death and The Mummy's Hand were his only
"horror" projects.
That the lead
female, Laura, dies is a given from the start of the movie, but over the course
of the narrative she reveals herself as such an unsympathetic character that
her death is hardly tragic. But where she and the movie start off on a truly
bad foot is the early and thoroughly inane revelation that although she is in a
loveless marriage with Ward Van Ee (Roland Varno nee Jacob Frederick Vuerhrd*), she refuses to divorce him
because she's convinced he and his father, Dr. Joseph Van Ee, are trying to drive
her insane. (Talk about an invitation to being murdered.) The rest of the movie
is about as illogical as her reason for remaining married, and ends with her
being Scared to Death. Prior to
that, however, new characters enter and exit the house and filmic proceedings,
including Dr. Van Ee's cousin Prof. Leonide (Bela Lugosi), a former stage
magician once active in Europe; a fast-talking reporter named Terry Lee
(Douglas Fowley** of Flaxy Martin [1949]); and his ditzy
dame Jane (Joyce Compton, seen below not from the film).
* Utrecht-born
character actor Roland Varno nee Jacob Frederik Vuerhard began his career in
Berlin with tiny parts on films like The
Blue Angel (1930 / trailer)
before fleeing Europe to play (often uncredited) Nazis in films like Hitler's Children (1943 / trailer) or tertiary
characters in fare like The Mad Magician (1954 / trailer) and The Return of the Vampire (1943 / trailer). His son,
Martin Varno, is the author of the rather dull 1958 Roger Corman film, Night of the Blood Beast (trailer), one of the
unsung granddaddy films of Ridley Scott's classic, Alien (1979 / trailer),
which recycled Blood Beast's idea of
alien fetuses being hosted within the human body. A highpoint of Martin Varno's
rather lackluster career was his position as makeup supervisor (as Martin
Varnaud) on Bud Townsend's Nightmare in Wax (1969).
** Douglas
Fowley, father of record producer and band manager Kim Fowley — anyone remember
The Runaways? — was a character actor with a long shelf life whose films span
from flicks like this one and Cat-Women
of the Moon (1953 / trailer) to The
White Buffalo (1977 / trailer). He did a once-off directorial job in 1960, the
shot-in-Brazil psychotronic fave Macumba
Love (trailer), which stars the pulchritude of Ziva Rodann (below,
not from the film) and the legendary June "44-20-36" Wilkinson.
While some of
the dialogue is witty, and the art direction definitely on the colorful side, there
is little more about Scared to Death
that is in any way commendable. Indeed, considering all it has to offer —
primarily: a mostly good cast and its unique corpse-on-a-table narrator — the
movie fumbles the ball in a big way. The narrative is a structural, illogical
mess that at times makes it seem as if scenes were lost or left unshot, the
direction is the quintessence of somnambulation, there is nary a scare to be
found anywhere, and the entire proceedings simply aren't all that much fun. It
might be a guilty pleasure for some, but for most Scared to Death will probably be a waste of time.
As an extra —
Bauhaus's Bela Lugosi's Dead: