Cast & Crew
Lon Chaney [jr.]
J. Carrol Naish
As the bells of midnight chime across New York City, chemist Jeff Carter shocks his old college classmate, prominent attorney Brandon, by opening his valise to reveal a disembodied head. Jeff then tells his friend how he became a murderer: Although he is a brilliant chemist, the idealistic Jeff lives on a tight budget with his wife Mary while his employer, Roger Graham, gets the credit and riches from Jeff's discoveries. When Roger insists on marketing an untested drug, however, Jeff finally quits. Unable to get another research job because of Roger's blacklisting, Jeff is forced to work as a pharmacist at a small drugstore. Years later, the struggling Roger goes to the chemist's home and offers to give Jeff back his old job, with complete control and greater financial rewards. Jeff turns Roger down, but when Mary rages that she is tired of living sparsely and reminds him that he has his son Tommy's welfare to take into account, Jeff accepts the position. Later, while working on a new drug called Zymurgine, Jeff informs Roger that he must go to South America to test the mold of a rare plant. Roger readily agrees, hoping to court Mary while Jeff and his assistant, Dave Curtis, are out of the country. When a flu epidemic strikes New York, Roger immediately begins manufacturing and marketing Zymurgine, using one of Jeff's discarded formulas. Meanwhile, Jeff successfully concludes his experiments in South America and sends the perfected formula to Roger, but the drug manufacturer refuses to stop production and continues to sell the defective version. Tommy soon catches the flu and becomes another victim of Roger's greed when Mary, against the advise of her personal physician, Dr. Williams, gives him the commercial version of Zymurgine. Armed with a gun, Mary goes to Graham's apartment intent on murder, but he easily disarms her. Jeff then arrives and, having gone temporarily insane upon hearing of his son's death, grabs a knife off the wall and hacks off Roger's head. Mary and the police arrive as Jeff finishes telling Brandon his story. As the chemist is taken into custody, Brandon promises Mary that he will defend Jeff in court and do everything he can for her husband.
Lon Chaney [jr.]
J. Carrol Naish
Bernard B. Brown
Russell A. Gausman
Andrew J. Gilmore
John B. Goodman
Ronald K. Pierce
M. Coates Webster
Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection on DVD
And so the movie begins.
In the age of television, any number of fantasy-inflected anthology series would open their shows with similarly portentous narration, establishing a sort of vaguely unifying principle to the variegated thrills that would actually follow. The Inner Sanctum franchise came a wee too early to make it to the boob tube--instead it played out as a cycle of a low-budget quickie thrillers cranked out in the early 1940s.
Originally, the Inner Sanctum brand name identified a set of pulp mysteries published by Simon and Schuster. The popularity of the line led to a radio incarnation launched by NBC in 1941. The Inner Sanctum broadcasts tweaked traditional mystery conceits by adding supernatural overtones. The radio plays featured the voices of Boris Karloff, Peter Lorre, Claude Rains, and other genre luminaries on loan from Hollywood. The icing on the cake was host Raymond Edward Johnson. With arch menace and tongue-in-cheek wit, Raymond introduced each production. His droll charisma seeded a generation of followers, from Famous Monsters' Forry Ackerman to Elvira and the many regional "horror hosts" who kept Gothic horror alive with TV reruns of Universal Studios' classics.
We get ahead of ourselves. In the 1940s, TV was more a novelty yet than a fact of ordinary life, and Universal Studios was still producing Gothic classics for first-run distribution. Having established their dominance in the genre a decade earlier with the likes of Karloff and Lugosi, Universal was now busily grooming a new horror star in Lon Chaney Jr.
Junior's papa, Lon Chaney Sr., was one of the silent era's most distinguished performers. Junior opted more for soft-spoken All-American charm over his father's showboating approach; he came into his own with a much-applauded turn in 1939's Of Mice and Men. Universal's brightest minds responded by plunking Chaney's understated subtlety into heavy rotation in its various genre slophouses, where subtlety was all but useless. For the first half of the decade, Chaney played the mute mummy Kharis (3 times), the Wolf Man (4 times), Frankenstein's monster (again, mute), and Dracula-shuffled in with various cowpokes and gunslingers in sundry Westerns. The Inner Sanctum cycle provided a rare respite for Chaney, a chance to play at something approaching straightforward drama.
Although the six Inner Sanctum pictures invoke the trappings of Gothic horror-hypnotists, psychics, ghosts, voodoo curses, wax museums, severed heads-these are but filigrees in the margins of what are, basically, conventional films noir.
The formula was simple: Lon Chaney Jr. plays a respected member of the community (usually some kind of doctor) caught in a torrid love triangle. A mysterious death brings suspicion on Chaney. Wildly outsize characters and seemingly paranormal events take up a few reels, before the extraordinary goings-on are revealed to be hoaxes. Wrap it all up with a last minute twist, and try not to use up more than 60 minutes on the way (these were B-pictures, after all, distributed on the lower half of double bills, paired with more ambitious fare).
The six films worked minor variations on this formulaic understructure, but did so with ample atmospherics and style. Compared to some of the dreary stuff the studio was doing over on the monster lot (Mummy's Curse, I'm looking at you!) these are spry little nuggets of entertainment, better than they should be.
Reginald LeBorg inaugurated the cycle with 1943's Calling Dr. Death , the first of three consecutive Inner Sanctum entries; LeBorg also worked with Chaney on The Mummy's Ghost the following year. All three of LeBorg's contributions are narrated by Chaney in a whisper (!), signifying his innermost thoughts. Between the incessant narration and the gloopy organ score, Calling Dr. Death constantly hints at its radio roots, but a fun expressionistic dream sequence and a scene-stealing performance by J. Carrol Naish as a detective enliven the proceedings.
The weakest of LeBorg's trilogy, Calling Dr. Death casts Chaney as Dr. Mark Steel, an unhappily married hypnotherapist carrying an obvious torch for his assistant Stella (Patricia Morison). Given his barely-controlled desire to murder his shrewish wife and bed Stella, he's the prime suspect when wifey indeed gets killed. Even Steel suspects himself, since an inconvenient mental blackout has deprived him of any memory of the night in question. Of course, he could always hypnotize himself to find the truth...
The amnesiac plot, oddly enough, was a popular trend in film noir-"Did I Do Its" being a curious subset of "Whodunnits" (see also Street of Chance, Detour, The Blue Gardenia, Blackout...). The setup plays to Chaney's strengths, allowing him to portray much the same tragic, unwilling/unwitting killer as his Wolf Man role. In the end, though, it's a story rendered nonsensical by liberal divorce laws, a relic of its time.
Weird Woman (1944) picks up the pace and is one of the strongest of the set. This time out, Chaney is sociology professor Norman Reed. Lovestruck college chicks are throwing themselves at this unlikely sex symbol while a catfight brews between his new bride Paula (Anne Gwynne) and his jilted ex (the fabulous Evelyn Ankers, Chaney's co-star from Son of Dracula). Nothing good can come of this, especially since Paula's a "witch wife" from a superstition-addled island. Cue the voodoo, and off we go!
Mixing I Walked With a Zombie with soap-opera shenanigans and an academic intrigue (a plagiarized textbook figures prominently), Weird Woman is a heady brew. For a black and white movie, it is packed with colorful characters.
Things go off the rails a bit with #3: Dead Man's Eyes (1944). This is the kind of looney flick that asks us to suspend disbelief on an artist (Chaney) whose bathroom vanity houses some eye wash and some acid, side by side in nearly identical bottles. You can see where this is headed, even if the poor schmuck himself can't-he blinds himself by accident, gets framed for murder, and receives the transplanted eyes of his "victim" to replace his own busted peepers.
In more ambitious hands this has the makings of a psychotronic cult classic-what if the transplanted eyes still retained vestigial images of their murderer? Wish on, the material is lazily squandered here. Even costar Jean Parker, so distinctive in Edgar Ulmer's Bluebeard the same year, is largely wasted.
Perhaps producers Ben Pivar and Will Cowan sensed LeBorg was losing his edge, for he was summarily replaced. With LeBorg gone, the 1945 Inner Sanctums dispense with Lon Chaney's stultifying whisper and go for broke on sheer pulp energy. The Frozen Ghost comes courtesy of Harold Young (who directed Chaney in The Mummy's Tomb). The inestimable Evelyn Ankers returns to the fold to join Chaney in an enjoyably haphazard everything-but-the-kitchen-sink romp. Chaney plays Gregor the Great, AKA Alex Gregor, a hypnotist whose act depends on the mind-reading prowess of the Fascinating Maura (Ankers). Needled by a heckler during a show, Gregor seemingly "wills" the man to death. Haunted by guilt and fearful of his apparent power, Gregor retreats into a shadow world of a wax museum run by a disgraced plastic surgeon (nothing suspicious there!). Character actor Martin Kosleck ably chews the scenery as the sinister Rudy, topped only by Douglass Dumbrille as a Shakespeare-quoting detective! The Frozen Ghost is one exceedingly trippy hour's worth of entertainment.
John Hoffman's Strange Confession opens strong-with Chaney fleeing the cops with a severed head in a duffel bag under his arm. An extended flashback explains how it came to pass that the noble chemist Jeff Carter (Chaney) beheaded his ruthless boss Mr. Graham (J. Carroll Naish again). Suffice to say Carter had his reasons: Graham stole his formula, his wife, and killed his baby son. Few B movies have tried to dramatize the problems of pharmaceutical companies rushing untested drugs to market-fewer still have dialogue like, "He had my brain in his head and I had to get my brain back."
The final Inner Sanctum is barely one at all-Wallace Fox's Pillow of Death skips the familiar "This is the Inner Sanctum" talking head introduction, doesn't get Lon Chaney Jr. onscreen until 20 of its 67 minutes have elapsed, plays more for laughs than previous installments, and is the only one of the series to conclude with a genuinely unexpected twist.
For this last round, Chaney plays attorney Wayne Fletcher, whose affair with Donna Kincaid (Brenda Joyce) becomes scandalous when Mrs. Fletcher is found suffocated (see that idiotic title). Enter "psychic investigator" Julian Julian (J. Edward Bromberg) with the promise to unmask the killer via séance. A pair of bitterly resentful old Victorian cows (Rosalind Ivan and Clara Blandick), a ghost in the attic, and some secret passageways more than make up for Chaney's delayed entrance. Despite the inexcusably lame title, this is a fine send-off for the cycle and a satisfying coda.
One word of advice: don't try to watch them all at once in a single six-hour sitting. The similarities between the different films blend together for an effect much like listening to a maxi-single EP with six different remixes of the same song.
Universal's two-disc "Franchise Collection" is handsomely packaged, but lacking in context. These films were too noir-ish to be fully embraced by the monster fans, too supernatural to be remembered as film noir, and essentially fell between two stools. Since little has been written about them, it is likely many people will be discovering them for the first time on these DVDs-it would have been good form for Universal to explain a little something about just what they are for newbies, if not in a booklet than at least a blurb on the box. Setting aside that quibble, the films themselves have never looked finer than they do here.
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by David Kalat
Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection on DVD
Due to a rights dispute, this film was not released to television with the other "Inner Sanctum" features.
Universal had previously adapted Jean Bart's play in 1934 as The Man Who Reclaimed His Head, starring Claude Rains and Joan Bennett and directed by Edward Ludwig (see AFI Catalog of Feature Films, 1931-40; F3.2724). According to modern sources, Universal failed to note that its contract with Bart made provisions for only one film version of the play. Consequently, Strange Illusion remained entangled in legal problems for years. This film was the fifth entry in Universal's "Inner Sanctum" series, and was re-released in 1953 as The Missing Head. (For more information on the series, consult the Series Index and see the entry above for Calling Dr. Death.) Modern sources indicate that Harry Jones worked on the film as an assistant director and John Martin as a camera operator. In addition, modern sources include Leland Hodgson, Wheaton Chambers, Edward Mahler, Carl Vernell, Beatrice Roberts, Jack Perrin, William Desmond, Arthur Thalasso, Charles Jordan, Jody Gilbert, Eric Mayne, Ella Ethridge, Jack Davidson, James Carlisle, Broderick O'Farrell, Tony Santoro, Carlyle Blackwell, Jr., Lois Austin, Ann Lawrence, Dorothy Reisner, Gene Garrick and Sam Wolfe in the cast.