This 1942 cheapie has an authentic atmosphere of sleaze mixed in with trademark Monogram comic-book style giddiness. The plot is old school Grand Guignol, and also reflects ideas of mass paranoia about institutions and the medical profession. But isn't paranoia just a dialect of suspicion, the real expressed through an exaggerated and gaudy language? After all, nightmares about mad doctors have been born out by everything from eugenic 'science' to today's opioid crisis. The experts are quite mad. Public warfare has degenerated from human services to human experimentation. Private clinics are utilities for crime, operated under the guise of philanthropy and research... So Bowery at Midnight, which references all of the above, consciously or not, is right at the heart of the matter.
Kindly Dr. Brenner (Bela Lugosi) is a Mabuse-like character who partners with, and then disposes of, gangsters on the lam to further his crime spree. He positions his clinic on the bowery as a lure, offering his guinea pigs soup and a new illicit income until their usefulness runs out. Tom Neal plays the psychotic low-level thug Frankie, and it is fascinating to see this role as a sort of dry-run for his desperate, unforgettable turn in Ulmer's masterpiece, Detour, made three years later. Neal moons sullenly around, grinning as he kills, speaking his lines as if he were talking only to himself. As is common in programmers of the era, the evil physician is a foreigner. Lugosi's Euro charm hides slick brutality. Here in the pasteboard hell of the Bowery, the marginalized are subjects for the superscience of alien powers. There is something shadowy above, half official and half secret, operating with mysterious domestic support. In real life, J Edgar Hoover had Lugosi followed for having wartime communist sympathies. Hoover's preferred Hungarian expats were an ultra nationalist Hungarian émigré group whose only quarrel with Nazi Germany was that it invaded. Hungary had its own fascists, after all. American suspicions of the foreigner depended on which kind of foreigner you were.
The loopiest elements in this film's plot exist to simply impel a reckless forward motion. Nothing is too absurd, nothing too inexplicable. For example, Lugosi's dope fiend assistant (Lew Kelly) knows how to resurrect the dead, which seems to be no big deal medically. After multiple humiliations by the boss, he uses this power to exact a revenge which gives us a fittingly ironic denouement. There are several truly nightmarish scenes in the film (the basement of zombies is even close to Romero), and things move along with real bottom-shelf vigor. At its best, Monogram could create memorable hallucinations out of dilapidated sets and the most demented hackneyed plots, keeping up a heedless pace throughout a stricken hour's running time.
Bowery At Midnights is director Wallace Fox's attempt to be a cutpurse Hawks. He realizes that the more insane the set-up, the faster one should go. Fox seems to be patching up Scarface and Frankenstein here, but very naively, and this sincere innocence gives real grime to the proceedings. Smeared walls, shuffling forms, and an attention to depressing detail makes Bowery an outrageous cross between kitchen sink melodrama and Amazing Stories-style pulp. While not as bonkers as The Corpse Vanishes, which can be seen playing on a theater marquee in this film and came out the same year, it comes pretty close. Well worth seeing, especially if you're under the spell of Poverty Row and its delirious discontents.
Kindly Dr. Brenner (Bela Lugosi) is a Mabuse-like character who partners with, and then disposes of, gangsters on the lam to further his crime spree. He positions his clinic on the bowery as a lure, offering his guinea pigs soup and a new illicit income until their usefulness runs out. Tom Neal plays the psychotic low-level thug Frankie, and it is fascinating to see this role as a sort of dry-run for his desperate, unforgettable turn in Ulmer's masterpiece, Detour, made three years later. Neal moons sullenly around, grinning as he kills, speaking his lines as if he were talking only to himself. As is common in programmers of the era, the evil physician is a foreigner. Lugosi's Euro charm hides slick brutality. Here in the pasteboard hell of the Bowery, the marginalized are subjects for the superscience of alien powers. There is something shadowy above, half official and half secret, operating with mysterious domestic support. In real life, J Edgar Hoover had Lugosi followed for having wartime communist sympathies. Hoover's preferred Hungarian expats were an ultra nationalist Hungarian émigré group whose only quarrel with Nazi Germany was that it invaded. Hungary had its own fascists, after all. American suspicions of the foreigner depended on which kind of foreigner you were.
The loopiest elements in this film's plot exist to simply impel a reckless forward motion. Nothing is too absurd, nothing too inexplicable. For example, Lugosi's dope fiend assistant (Lew Kelly) knows how to resurrect the dead, which seems to be no big deal medically. After multiple humiliations by the boss, he uses this power to exact a revenge which gives us a fittingly ironic denouement. There are several truly nightmarish scenes in the film (the basement of zombies is even close to Romero), and things move along with real bottom-shelf vigor. At its best, Monogram could create memorable hallucinations out of dilapidated sets and the most demented hackneyed plots, keeping up a heedless pace throughout a stricken hour's running time.
Bowery At Midnights is director Wallace Fox's attempt to be a cutpurse Hawks. He realizes that the more insane the set-up, the faster one should go. Fox seems to be patching up Scarface and Frankenstein here, but very naively, and this sincere innocence gives real grime to the proceedings. Smeared walls, shuffling forms, and an attention to depressing detail makes Bowery an outrageous cross between kitchen sink melodrama and Amazing Stories-style pulp. While not as bonkers as The Corpse Vanishes, which can be seen playing on a theater marquee in this film and came out the same year, it comes pretty close. Well worth seeing, especially if you're under the spell of Poverty Row and its delirious discontents.
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