The Scarlet Pimpernel
The complicated, well-labored and meticulous script offers
France as a puzzle of abusive power answered by carnage, and constructs a
beautiful answer whose name is England. Young treats this in an essentially
frivolous way, the idealized romance serving as a steppingstone to the lesson
only revealed in the final frames.
Still, he achieves a monumental picture of eighteenth-century
life, taken in the aggregate. His scenes are well-laid, the painter Romney is
made to appear and receive a faux critique from Sir Percy, Nigel Bruce in one
of his finest and most characteristic roles as the Prince of Wales models the
type of English manners suitable to the time, and in the stylistic flourish
that sets a signet to the whole affair, out of it all rises (“to a point”) the
inexpressible blossom of Leslie Howard’s Baronet, a performance to be reckoned
with, as Merle Oberon is unavoidably confined to a tortured silence for the
duration, and the enforced sadism of Raymond Massey’s Chauvelin admits very
little light indeed.
The Mummy’s Tomb
A generous précis of Cabanne’s The Mummy’s Hand is
offered by way of a magazine photo (Our Age) come to life with Dr.
Banning telling the tale years later.
Kharis is on a simple mission, to wipe out the Banning family
for its sacrilege against the tomb of Ananka.
This is Shakespeare’s first sonnet, “Make thee another self, for love of me, / That
beauty still may live in thine or thee.”
The temple priest of Karnak sworn to minister to Kharis down the
ages with tanna-leaf infusions (“three give life, nine give motivation,” i.e.,
locomotion) falls in love with the betrothed of Banning’s son John, a medical
doctor. Kharis is sent to fetch the girl.
“One day,” the girl is told, strapped down in a crypt at Maplewood
Cemetery in Massachusetts, “you will thank me for this.” Men with burning
brands light the way to Kharis and the temple priest. REIGN OF TERROR ENDS IN
FLAMES, and poetically the Banning house burns down.
Dr. John Banning and his bride take a train, off on their
honeymoon.
The beautiful note from Maugham (Rain) brings to a
tragicomic finish the immemorial hijinks.
The Frozen Ghost
The prologue states the entire case (after the introduction to
the Inner Sanctum).
Gregor the Great hypnotizes his fiancée Maura into telepathic
receptivity, the act is pushing No. 1 on radio. A skeptic is called from the
audience to take her place, he’s a drunk and dies on the spot.
Madame Monet shelters guilt-ridden Gregor at her wax museum, she
makes a play for him and perishes, her niece is a somewhat similar case. There
is a plot against Gregor by his business manager and the maker of wax figures,
the latter in love with the niece.
The fabulous complexity and involved direction have always
defeated critics, this is the tale of the indispensable Maura and various
pretenders, a masterpiece looking ahead from its Universal vantage to the
Hammer school.