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Sunday, October 22, 2017

Hubrisween 2017 :: Q is for Queen of Blood (1966)


In the far-flung future of 1990, The International Institute of Space Technology has been monitoring some strange signals originating from deep space. And as the resident communications expert, astronaut Laura James (Meredith) appears to be in the know, explaining to her fiance and fellow astronaut, Allan Brenner (Saxon), over lunch that it’s believed these signals are an attempt to communicate by some alien race. And just as they’re joined by fellow colleagues Paul Grant (Hopper) and Tony Barrata (Eitner), a general assembly is called, where Dr. Faraday (Rathbone), the head of the institute, announces those mystery signals have finally been translated and confirms it was made and sent by an alien intelligence that is currently sending a diplomatic envoy to Earth.




But this excitement is tempered a few days later when Laura decodes the latest video message, showing the alien transport has suffered a massive technical mishap that’s forced them to crash-land on the planet Mars. Thus, Faraday makes a plea to the united nations of Earth to all pitch in to accelerate the IIST’s already planned exploratory sojourn to Mars and make it a rescue mission before it’s too late. And so, as supplies are rushed to the moonbase launch site, the three person crew to man the Oceano rocket are selected: Laura, Paul Grant, and commanding officer, Anders Brockman (Boon). When Laura receives her orders, she’s disappointed Allan won’t be joining her on the mission. And while he’s equally disappointed, Brenner knows darn well she’s more qualified than he and offers a hearty congratulations. Besides, he won’t be too far behind her in the Oceano II.


And after a successful launch of the Oceano, the flight to Mars goes pretty smoothly at first until the ship is slammed by some kind of “starburst”. Despite the damage and loss of fuel, the ship makes it to Mars safely. And from orbit, they detect the alien craft and land nearby. Then, Brockman and Grant suit up and investigate the wreck but only find one dead alien in the wreckage. Relaying this to Faraday, he believes the rest of the envoy must have jettisoned in an escape pod before the main ship crashed. But to find that, they’re going to need some help -- and fast. Enter Brenner and Tony Barata, who’ve come up with a contingency plan since the Oceano II is nowhere near ready for that follow up flight to Mars yet. Instead, they suggest taking a smaller, faster Meteor class ship, which they can land on one of Mars’ moons and launch the vital observation satellite needed to detect the smaller alien escape pod. And once that’s done, they can use their own escape pod to rendezvous with the Oceano for a ride home since their smaller ship can’t carry enough fuel for a round trip. Faraday agrees.




And so, Brenner and Barata head to Mars, avoid any starbursts, successfully land on Phobos, and launch the satellite drone. Told they only have a 32-minute window to reach the Oceano, both astronauts hope for a quick result -- and then get one way quicker than they’d hoped for as Brenner spots the alien lifeboat through a porthole. Seems the alien’s escape pod crashed on Phobos, not Mars. Inside it, the two men find a living alien that approximates a human female. After carrying her unconscious form back to their ship, the two men realize their own escape pod only holds two people. Stuck and thus, they flip a coin to see who remains behind. And when their escape pod reaches Mars, there is a bit of a harrowing interlude as a sudden sandstorm whips up as Brenner tries to transfer the alien to the Oceano on foot. Luckily, both survive. And don’t worry too much about Barata, either, as Faraday assures the Oceano II will reach him long before his air and survival rations run out.


Meantime, the crew of the Oceano gets their first look at the alien visitor (Marley). Again, she appears humanoid and female but her skin is green and her off-white hair resembles one of those Troll Dolls. And when she finally wakes up and opens those piercing glittery eyes, she smiles at the men but suddenly recoils when spying Laura. Thus, Crewman Grant is put in charge of looking after the alien visitor, who refuses all food and water. Curious to examine her physiology, Brockman attempts to take a blood sample until the alien reacts violently to this, smashing the syringe. Agreeing to try again after a mandatory sleep period, Grant is left to watch the alien while the others turn in. And after the others have gone, sometime later, the alien moves toward Grant, her eyes glowing predatorily and hypnotically. Thus, Grant finds himself hypno-whammied by the alien, and then stands helplessly as she seemingly gloms onto his face!


Cut to the end of the sleep period and, as the others report for duty, they find the bridge eerily silent and deserted. Further searching finds Grant dead; his wrist savagely punctured and torn open but there is little evidence of blood. Then, Laura cries out in horror. She’s found the alien -- asleep, bloated, and purring like a satiated kitten. And the cause of those screams? There is a massive amount of blood that obviously isn’t the alien’s trickling from the corners of her mouth...




Back in October of 1957, the Soviet Union successfully launched the Sputnik satellite, which was the opening salvo of the escalating Space Race between the East and the West. A race that was, at the time, being clearly won by Roscosmos. And to celebrate these early victories, Soviet filmmakers were encouraged to celebrate this achievement by making some state-sponsored science-fiction films concerning a socialistic future and the advancement of their space program, resulting in films like Nebo zovyot (The Sky Calls, 1959), which sees two rival countries competing to be the first to land on Mars, Planeta Bur (The Planet of Storms, 1962), where a bevy of Cosmonauts land on the planet Venus and find themselves in danger from the voracious plant and animal life they find on it, and Mechte navstrechu (Encounter in Space, A Dream Come True, 1963), where a rocket from a distant planet on its way to Earth crashes on Mars, and so, the Earth sends a rescue mission to retrieve them (-- sound familiar? I know, we’ll get to why that is in a sec).


Mostly shot at the Odessa Film Studio in the Ukraine just off the Black Sea, their efforts were stunning and dominated visually by some spectacular special-effects. These films were highly imaginative with breathtaking use of vibrant colors, eerie but beautiful alien landscapes, state of the art production design and visual effects -- with some amazing, forced-perspective futuristic sets and spaceships. And while the prickly politics and pro-socialist tendencies were ever present, the future still looked amazing and wasn’t really equaled, visually, in America until George Lucas came along. 




And so, you have these big, beautiful sci-fi epics that were visually intoxicating tales of the future courtesy of the Bolsheviks. Thus, leave it to a notorious American exploitation guru to chop them up and turn them into a space vampire movie.




As the legend goes, Roger Corman stumbled upon these films at a cinema in east Hollywood. Duly impressed by the scope and sophistication of the FX and imagery, Corman would personally travel to the Soviet Union to secure the licensing rights for them through Mosfilm, who were in charge of the state-run motion picture industry. And once that was secured, Corman knew due to their massive length, the heavy political and anti-capitalism and anti-American slant of most of the plots, a simple dub-over would not do. And so, he charged several of his underlings to cannibalize the special effect sequences and salvage as much as they could of the other high production values and made at least four films by picking the bones of this far superior product.


In Battle Beyond the Sun (1962), a Thomas Colchart -- the pseudonym for an aspiring filmmaker named Francis Ford Coppola, with an assist from Jack Hill, re-cut and re-dubbed Nebo Zovyot, making the straw-Russians the bad guys, natch, and also infamously added a fight between two giant monsters that resembled human genitalia in a “insert Tab A into Slot B” sense. And in 1968, a Derek Thomas -- better known as Peter Bogdanovich, also cannibalized Nebo Zovyot and Planeta Bur for Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women (1968), shooting new scenes with Mamie Van Doren, who joins several other women as telepaths who worship a pterodactyl that is killed by the cosmonauts in the original version. And then there’s Curtis Harrington, who shot several new scenes with Basil Rathbone and Faith Domergue and inserted them into a dubbed-over Planeta Bur, turning it, for better or for worse, into Voyage to the Prehistoric Planet (1965).


Harrington first got on Corman’s radar when the producer was duly impressed by his big screen debut, Night Tide (1961), a fairly effective, no-budget psychodrama based on a poem by Edgar Allan Poe, which he both wrote and directed, and whose creepy, eerie, earnest and sincere moments strike a strange alchemy. And his first job for Corman was writing scripts that could be wrapped around the FX for these imported Soviet films. And after delivering Voyage to the Prehistoric Planet, Harrington was tagged to write and direct the inserts for Queen of Blood (1966), too, which mostly cannibalized Mechte Navstrechu, originally directed by Mikhail Karzhukov and Otar Koberidze. 


And while it follows the same plot of a rescue mission to Mars, it was Corman who felt the original film footage lent itself to a “space-age version of a traditionally Gothic vampire story” not unlike Mario Bava’s Planet of the Vampires (1965), which also helped to inspire Dan O’Bannon when he wrote the script for Alien (1979). And while Harrington claims his film also helped inspire Ridley Scott’s master class in suspense and terror, while there is some tangential evidence for that argument, you have to remember they were all ripping off IT! The Terror from Beyond Space (1957), which itself ripped off a couple of old A.E. Van Vogt stories, The Black Destroyer and Discord in Scarlet. And if you haven’t read those yet, get your hands on a copy of The Voyage of the Space Beagle or Mission: Interplanetary as soon as possible.




To his credit, Harrington does a commendable job of folding his new footage and dime-store sets into the old with nary a hiccup, and the resulting film is actually pretty good and filled with some pretty progressive notions and interesting ideas both before and after things hit the fan -- make that, before the fangs hit the artery; especially when the crew’s next action after the alien kills Grant is to not jettison her out the airlock -- or even restrain her. No, cooler heads prevail, as both Faraday and Commander Brockman both feel this first contact alien must be preserved and delivered at all costs. Here, the battle lines are quickly drawn on the ship between Brockman and the other two, who feel the death of Grant was nothing short of murder. Thus, he scolds and lectures them for trying to impose their human morals onto something alien, whose culture and customs they know nothing about, and considers this just a harsh lesson learned and a noble sacrifice for the benefit of both species.




And so, unable to disobey a direct order, Laura and Brennan agree to a plan to feed the alien the blood plasma they have stored on board for the remainder of the trip home. But when that runs out before they get to Earth, Brockman decides they will all have to offer up transfusions of their own blood to keep the alien fed. The ever-silent alien, meanwhile, watches all of this drama with a cold, reptilian detachment. These are not other sentient beings to her, but cattle to be fed on whenever she wants -- at least according to Brennan. And his theory is proven right when the alien predator impatiently forgoes the pending transfusion, strips naked, puts the hypno-whammy on Brockman, her advocate, remember, in a pretty nifty scene as he tries to resist coming under her influence before he is overwhelmed and exsanguinated.


When the other two astronauts find Brockman’s body, they waste no time in restraining the hibernating alien. Reporting this latest incident to Faraday, he still insists the alien must be safely brought to Earth. Thinking they are safe, neither Laura or Brennan could know the alien’s deadly hypnotic eyes could also generate something akin to heat vision, which she uses to burn through her bonds. She then forgoes the sleeping Laura and goes on the hunt for Brennan. And perhaps awakened by some slurping noises, Laura searches the ship and catches the alien feeding on Brennan in the same fashion as the others. 


Without a moment’s hesitation, the astronaut throws herself into the fray, knocking the alien away from Brennan. And as they struggle, Laura rakes her nails across the space-vampire’s shoulder, tearing the skin open. Here, the alien immediately breaks off the fight, touches her wounds, sees some green blood on her fingers and then howls in despair (-- the first and only noise she will ever make in the film), before vacating the room.




Laura lets her go for now and tends to Brennan’s wounds. When he finally comes around, the two go looking for the alien and find her on her bunk, face down, in a pool of her own green blood. She is dead, and the two theorize she was some kind of hyper-hemophiliac, explaining why she reacted so violently when they tried to draw blood earlier. Anyhoo, the two surviving astronauts finally reach the Earth. But as they prepare to land, Laura opens a hatch to retrieve some protective gear only to discover the alien had apparently been busy when no one was watching as the compartment is chock full of the alien’s eggs -- red, pulsating nodules embedded in some lime green Jell-O. And while Allan moves to destroy them, a quick check of the other compartments proves this will be a futile gesture as the entire ship is completely infested with the eggs. (And when the hell did she have time for all that? Your guess is as good as mine.)




Once they’ve landed, Faraday enters the ship and congratulates the two surviving astronauts on a successful mission. (Successful how?!) And when Brennan reveals the existence of the eggs, Faraday is positively giddy over something of the alien may be salvaged after all and summarily ignores Brennan’s dire warnings that the alien wasn’t sent to visit the Earth but to colonize it like some giant, blood-sucking queen ant. And so, instead of destroying these incubating alien invaders, they are collected for further study. What happens next? No one can say.


Out of the four films mentioned, Queen of Blood is easily the best of Corman’s Soviet sci-fi cut-ups. And like with the other gleaned films, having already invested a huge chunk of change on the Soviet footage, Corman wasn’t interested in spending a whole lot on the rest of the film -- the amount ranges from $40,000 to $65,000, depending on the source. And what little money there was appears to have been spent by the art department, who did a fairly credible job mimicking the designs of the original films. Again, you will easily spot the Soviet footage compared to what came later but I still think Harrington did a pretty good job of seamlessly splicing it all together, resulting in an eerie, suspenseful, and moody piece that is far better than it probably had a right to be.


Queen of Blood was a rare theatrical appearance for Judi Meredith, who mostly appeared on TV -- though she also played Princess Elaine in Jack the Giant Killer (1962). Apparently she was a star figure skater with the Ice Follies as a youngster, but broke her back and was told she would never skate again. She then turned to acting in 1956, when George Burns spotted her and gave Meredith a steady part on his TV show. I liked her a lot in this, and I loved the way her character was treated. She was an astronaut. Not a female astronaut. She wasn’t there to be rescued. (In fact, she does the rescuing.) She was there to a do a job. In fact, the only person who seems to have a problem with Laura’s sex is the alien; a plot thread the film never really does resolve. And thank GOD the usual love triangle in these things was also absent.


Honestly, it took a awhile for all of this to sink in, but there’s a moment on the Oceano while it’s on the way to Mars, the lunch bell is sounded and no asked or expected her to prep and serve the meal for them -- even as a joke; and that is where it all finally clicked together. And while this made me smile, somewhat sadly, this is perhaps the most fictionalized piece of science in the whole film.


And while Meredith, John Saxon, Basil Rathbone, and Dennis Hopper -- who starred in Night Tide for Harrington, are all pretty great, the movie is practically stolen out from under all of them by Czech actress, Florence Marly. Apparently, Corman wanted a younger woman for the role but Harrington fought hard for his friend, Marly, believing she had “the required exotic quality” that would be perfect for the role. And she was, and she played the silent killer to the hilt. And her cold detachment as she eats her way through the crew is chilling. I love the scene between her and Hopper when he thinks he’s being seduced for a possible sexual encounter while she’s probably wondering what he tastes like. And later, the phantasmagorical sequence when she approaches Brockman, clouding his mind, so she keeps disappearing and reappearing between blinks.


I guess what Queen of Blood all boils down to, then, is the struggle of mankind to find its place in the galactic food-chain. It’s very Star Trek in the at least token attempts to understand different cultures, civilizations, and social mores but it’s also very The Thing from Another World (1951), when it’s discovered we’re on the menu and then diplomacy be damned. Still, it’s fairly progressive when it comes to gender roles and its united Earth front. Sadly, by the real 1990 we weren’t even close to reaching those heights. And sadder still, by 2017, we seem even farther away than ever from that particular benchmark. 


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Queen of Blood (1966) Cinema West Productions :: American International Pictures / EP: Roger Corman / P: George Edwards, Samuel Z. Arkoff / AP: Stephanie Rothman / D: Curtis Harrington / W: Curtis Harrington, Mikhail Karzhukov (Mechte navstrechu), Otar Koberidze (Mechte navstrechu) / C: Vilis Lapenieks / E: Leo H. Shreve / M: Ronald Stein / S: Judi Meredith, John Saxon, Basil Rathbone, Dennis Hopper, Robert Boon, Don Eitner, Florence Marly

Thursday, May 11, 2017

The Doctor Will See You Now -- For the Last Time :: A Beer-Gut Reaction to Eddie Saeta's Dr. Death: Seeker of Souls (1973)


Rushing to the emergency room to check on his wife after she was involved in a terrible auto accident, Fred Saunders (Coe) makes it to her bedside just in time as her catastrophic injuries will prove fatal. Thus, before Laura Saunders (Morrow) expires, she vows she will cheat death and return from the afterlife, somehow, and be reunited with her beloved husband. Alas, Laura dies before revealing how she will accomplish this. But taking her at her word, the grief-stricken Saunders arranges for his wife’s body to forgo the usual embalming process and has her remains placed in an unlocked crypt in an unsealed casket, which serves two purposes: it will allow Laura an exit if and or when she comes back, and second, it allows the morbidly obsessed Saunders to visit her, which he does. Constantly -- and to the point where it starts to get a little weird and needles toward full blown necrophilia, which, between you and me, makes Saunders kind of a creep.


But as weeks pass and nothing happens (-- and I'm sure the body is getting a little ripe by now), Saunders decides to get a little proactive on anchoring his wife’s restless spirit, which constantly haunts his dreams (-- including a great skull-shock moment for the opening credits), but this only leads him down an occult rabbit hole of fake psychics, charlatan New Age quacks, and even a demented body snatcher, that essentially goes nowhere. Almost ready to give up on his errant and erratic quest, Saunders spies a strange and cryptic ad in the local classifieds concerning “controlled reincarnation.” Phoning the given number, Saunders arranges a meeting with Tana (Marly), who claims to be an advocate of Dr. Death, who allegedly has the power to capture and transfer souls and reanimate the dead.


Skeptical but that desperate, Saunders agrees to meet Tana again later to witness this Dr. Death at work -- with work appearing to be some form of elaborate stage show cum carnival act. Here, Saunders watches incredulously as Dr. Death (Considine) works his magic with a flare for the Grand Guignol. And with the help of his brutish assistant, Thor (Askin), they actually saw a woman, whose face was horrible disfigured in an industrial accident, in half -- rather messily; and once that deed is done, the Doctor seizes control of the woman’s freed spirit and directs this ectoplasm to enter another fresh, and very buxom corpse (-- origin unknown), which reanimates and is now under the control of this newly inserted ethereal essence.




Rationalizing and justifying away the murder his potential client just witnessed him commit during a post-show personal consultation, Dr. Death claims the victim volunteered and the corpse was liberated from a morgue. He also claims to be over a 1,000 years old, achieved by a dubious alchemy method of transferring his soul from one body to the next over the centuries (-- told in a nifty flashback sequence but neglecting the parts where he openly murders everyone he inhabits along the way). This same service he offers to others, for a price. And so, for the sum of $50,000 he can do the same for Saunders. But there’s a catch. Seems Laura has been dead too long, and so, they will need to find another spirit to occupy the vacated shell. So, essentially, it will not be Laura at all, just her body. Fully aware of this, and knowing full well this will mean another murder, the completely obsessed Saunders decides this will be close enough, chucks his moral objections with nary a backward glance, and quickly coughs up the dough, making him, between you and me and the wall, an even bigger creep.


Anyhoo, for reasons involving mostly being too clingy -- and when I say too clingy, I mean she threw acid into the face of the newly animated corpse in a jealous snit because the good doctor was no longer paying attention to her anymore in a *ahem* ‘biblical’ sense, Tana draws the short straw, winds up bound and gagged on stage, where Thor uses her as a human dartboard, killing her.




And once Dr. Death seizes control of her spirit, they haul her to the cemetery and Laura’s tomb where things run into a bit of snag during the imbuing process. Seems this new spirit refuses to enter Laura’s body no matter how loudly Dr. Death yells at it to do so. And this he does. A lot. Like, A LOT a lot. Eventually, the smirking spirit dissipates, leaving everyone back at square one. At this point. Saunders comes to his senses and calls the whole thing off (-- I mean, What's just ONE dead body, amIright?), tells Dr. Death to keep the money, and vacates the tomb. And while I thought at first this was just Tana giving her ex-lover the middle finger from beyond the grave, turns out it’s much more serious than that. Apparently, something like this has never happened before and has our mad doctor on the prod and somewhat worried that he’s losing his power, and thus, coming to the end of his long road. And so, money or no money, he is soon bound and determined to hammer a spirit into Laura’s recalcitrant corpse. And to do this, of course, he will need another fresh body. And another. Aaaaaand another...




Eddie Saeta’s Doctor Death: Seeker of Souls (1973) is a fairly interesting idea told rather clumsily that results in a kind of a tonally inconsistent mess of a movie. The 1970s were a strange time for horror films. After a spat of psychos and slashers things were getting old school again with science gone amok and Gothic chills with a post Blood Feast (1963), murder as art, gruesome twist with the likes of The Abominable Dr. Phibes (1971) and Theater of Blood (1973). There were even attempts of Gothic contemporaneity by bringing these monsters to the modern day suburbs with Count Yorga (1970), Blacula (1972), and their subsequent sequels, resulting in a clash of crimson blood and avocado earth tones, the cock-eyed curiosity of coffins and shag carpeting, and a frisson of fangs, wide collars and bell bottoms.


Strangely enough, as originally conceived, first time director Saeta (-- who worked as an A.D. since the 1930s --) and former bit-actor turned first time scriptwriter Sal Ponti (-- whose biggest role was in George Pal’s last hurrah, Atlantis the Lost Continent, back in 1961 --) had envisioned a whole series of films starring the recurring character of Dr. Death to join the ranks of Mamuwalde and Dr. Phibes. “This character is such an interesting development that we are trying to find new ways of going with him,” said Saeta in the film’s press materials. “We feel we can create a residual interest among horror fans who will adopt Dr. Death as a new man in the field."


This, of course, did not happen. And I think the fact that Dr. Death: Seeker of Souls would be the sole directing and screenplay credit for both Saeta and Ponti goes a long way in explaining why the film floundered and was initially turned away from American International for distribution. And while the film did get picked up by Bing Crosby’s Cinerama Releasing Corporation -- who had scored a modest success by importing several of Amicus’ horror anthologies, including Tales from the Crypt (1972) and Asylum (1972), and released the two-punch killer rat combo of Willard (1971) and Ben (1972), doesn’t change the fact that after a fairly solid opening act, Dr. Death completely falls apart in the second, leaving it reeling in the third.



Yeah, once Dr. Death starts stalking more victims the film kinda slips the clutch a bit and stalls out as the doctor and Thor go on a killing spree that isn’t all that exciting and goes from kinda funny, to annoying, to kinda funny again, to really annoying, to just get on with it already as each lather, rinse and repeat murder ends with a crash-cut back to the cemetery with Dr. Death berating each spirit to get into Laura’s body (-- “GET in there. Get IN there. Get in THERE! Dammit. C’mon, please, pretty please? C’moooooon. I command you! I’m Dr. Deeeeeath. No. Really. I can do this. GET IN THERE! FINE. Thor, get me another victim.”). All refuse to recombobulate, much to the occultist’s consternation, which means he gets to do it all over again. And again. Aaaaaaand again. Sensing a pattern here.




This whole interlude wasn’t a complete waste of time, however. There was a nice little meta-moment when one victim watches a horror movie on TV that mimics her own pending demise. And the faux strangler on the tube was played by noted LA horror host Larry 'Seymour' Vincent. Mention should also be made that Moe Howard showed up earlier in the film as a volunteer at Dr. Death’s show to confirm a corpse was actually dead. Howard was apparently an old friend of Saeta, who had worked on several Three Stooges features and shorts. This would be Howard’s last screen appearance. But the coolest thing that happened is when a boyfriend of one of the intended victims comes to her aid, stabbing Dr. Death with a switchblade, causing a disgorging of blood that covers the stabbers face, which promptly disintegrates due to the caustic properties of the compressed liquid until his skull detonates. *kablooey*





This incident adds a ticking clock element to the third act as this wound appears to be mortal, giving Dr. Death a limited amount of time to get his soul-swapping mojo back, and yet the film is still plagued by startling lack of urgency. Meanwhile (-- see what I mean?), Saunders has been efforting to put Laura and Dr. Death behind him, thanks in most part to his secretary, Sandy (Miller), who kinda carries a torch for the widower. And as romance blossoms between these two, Dr. Death believes he’s finally found the answer to get a spirit into Laura: seems the victim must not die violently and in sudden terror like the others but must suffer through a slow and somnolent death through exsanguination. And, he’s tagged Sandy as the perfect candidate for this experiment, which I guess makes sense in that he wants to fulfill the original contract, which, in a sense, makes him more ethical than his client.


And once he and Thor kidnap her and haul poor Sandy back to his theater, they strap her down and tap a vein. Thankfully, the bleeding out process takes awhile, allowing dunderheaded Saunders to figure out what happened to his new girlfriend and track her back to Dr. Death’s lair with the cavalry. And while Sandy is saved and Thor is killed in the ensuing shoot-out, Dr. Death manages to escape, leaving the film with one final twist before the closing credits roll that I won’t spoil but will say it would probably have been better served and come as more of a shock if they hadn’t given the possibility of it away four reels earlier in that flashback.


You know, despite all the snark, Dr. Death: Seeker of Souls wasn’t all that terrible nor a complete waste of time. Honest. I believe they barely had a week to get the film in the can so retakes were out the window. If the actor got their lines out, it was printed and they moved on to the next shot. And the way it was shot, edited and scored, this thing really came off as a bizarre Halloween episode of Adam-12 or Emergency -- or, more apropos, a rather wackadoodle Made for TV remake of H.G. Lewis’ The Wizard of Gore (1970) with gore inserts added in for a European release. 



And the F/X, courtesy of Van Der Veer Photo Effects, are really quite good for the time. I especially dug the dismembered head sent to Saunders in a box and that detonating skull. But again, when you plug those in it only adds to that tonal inconsistency I mentioned earlier.


Star John Considine salvages a lot out of this mess and is a bit of a hammy hoot, injecting all kinds of morbid and gallows humor as this ersatz carnival huckster; as does Florence Marly, to a lesser extent, as the bitchy and kooky Tana, who gets killed out of this thing way too soon. In fact, I thought it would’ve been interesting if her spiteful spirit had stuck around to be the root cause of Dr. Death's sudden spiritual impotence and then continue to short-circuit all attempts to integrate another spirit into Laura’s body. (One also has to wonder if that first transferred soul with the acid-scarred face was also a victim of Tana’s jealousy? I know I wouldn’t put it past her.) However, it takes someone like Vincent Price to find the harmonious balance between camp and the macabre, and Considine, though valiant in his effort, is no Vincent Price.



Saeta and cinematographers Emil Oster and Kent Wakeford have a few moments, too. I’m thinking specifically of an earlier scene when Laura’s spirit lures Saunders into the graveyard, whose set designs and mood lighting and final punch easily bring Mario Bava to mind. Alas, their combined efforts weren’t quite enough to push Dr. Death: Seeker of Souls over the hump but it’s definitely an interesting misfire to endure, whose blow-back probably won’t cause any permanent damage. Maybe.


Dr. Death: Seeker of Souls (1973) Freedom Arts Pictures Corporation :: Cinerama Releasing Corporation / P: Eddie Saeta / AP: Sal Ponti / D: Eddie Saeta / W: Sal Ponti / C: Emil Oster, Kent L. Wakeford / E: Anthony DiMarco / M: Richard LaSalle / S: John Considine, Barry Coe, Cheryl Miller, Florence Marly, Leon Askin, Jo Morrow, Moe Howard
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