Sunday, January 10, 2010

The Corpse Vanishes (1942), Wallace Fox.

Daffy!  Trust me, it's worth suffering through the terrible dialogue because this horror B is fairly amusing and moves swiftly.  The premise is loopy (of course) and leaves us standing knee deep in unanswered questions and loose ends.  Lugosi is an orchid horticulturalist / mad scientist who extracts an unspecified liquid from the necks of young ladies with a long needle and transfers whatever this is (phlogiston?) into his wife's neck, providing her with everlasting youth.  Got it?  Frisky female reporter Pat Hunter catches on to this, and spends an eventful night at Lugosi's place.   Her beau Dr Foster is endlessly dull and dopey.  "Dr Foster!  A man broke into my room last night while I was sleeping!"  "Oh, it must have been your imagination, Pat."  OK, bub.  Foster is played by perfectly-named Monogram regular Tristram Coffin (no joke).

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