When Basil Met Nigel #3
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Letting him loose or tying him up? You decide. |
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Letting him loose or tying him up? You decide. |
Das Indische Tuch, aka The Indian Scarf, 1963 (Vohrer). That’s Klaus Kinski under the plaster, by the way.
The Edgar Wallace Krimis were German crime films of the 60s (and a little 50s and a little 70s), derived from Edgar Wallace stories (plus some from his son Bryan). I’ve never read a one of these, but they certainly moved copies back in the day. They mostly faded from print in America but remained quite common and popular in several other countries, Germany most conspicuously. They were mystery/thrillers, sometimes featuring a madman killer, or an evil genius, or some sort of locked house Ten Little Indiansish thing about secret wills and murdering one’s way to an inheritance.  Some of the masked villains would have fit in just swell in a Scooby Doo cartoon.Â
There were quite a few cheap english-language film adaptations in the 30s and 40s, but this 60s German incarnation featured jazzy scores, a rotating cadre of detective heroes, a dash of naughty/bloody luridness and a fair amount of fourth wall-breaking humor, of the sort that would eventually find a happy home in The Avengers. The genre seems to be a substantial tributary to (and die in favor of) the Italian black-gloved killer giallos of the 70s. To learn more, do check out http://www.latarnia.com/krimi.htm, which has some nice English-language information. Also have a look at Video Watchdog #134, where Kim Newman has a lengthy, just-the-facts-ma’am rundown of 8 DVD boxes worth of Rialto Studios Edgar Wallace Krimis.
The Phantom slams. He doesn’t smash. The Hulk smashes. Smashing is more violent. Slamming might just mean saying something derogatory about someone in the media, like panning their new album. Luckily, he only does this to evil people. So you’re unlikely to see the headline “Phantom Slams New Amy Winehouse Album”. But you could see “Phantom Slams New Montgomery Burns Album.”Â
Phantom slams, Hulk smashes. I’m forever getting these mixed up. The Shadow, by the way, neither slams nor smashes. He only has the power to cloud men’s minds, like a trayful of Cuba Libres or Charlie Rose.
While we’re looking at this – I know the Phantom’s outfit is meant to be purple, but doesn’t it vibe a little pink here? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m not sure one is worse than the other. I’m just sayin’. Pinkish.
Cobra Woman, 1944 (Siodmak)
This certainly has its following, not least for fans of Maria Montez. Maria is, I’m led to believe, a minor, esoteric flavor of gay icon. I’m not sure she’s that compelling, but the film sure is. Around this time Universal was doing some really lovely technicolor on what must have been a relative shoestring. The story is a mash-up of The Man in the Iron Mask, She, and Thief of Bagdad. More pertinently, it is completely wild-ass crazy-eights barking mad. All Hail King Cobra!
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