Y’ever wonder how June Lockhart (Timmy and Lassie’s mom) and Don Porter (Gidget’s dad) got their start? Yeah, I know, I don’t either. But, at any rate, Wendy and I started doing the October thing, watching horror flicks we own that are still in shrink-wrap, and tonight we fired up She-Wolf of London (1946). Which, apparently, was a short-lived series (whew!) from 1990 to 1991, that I somehow missed. It had a lot of people in it I don’t know.
Spoiler alert, I think June’s the She-Wolf of the title. Or, perhaps not. This plays more like a mystery than a straight horror.
Question. Why isn’t she just called another werewolf? Or, if they want to get all gender-conscious and everything, what about a female werewolf or a she-werewolf? She-wolf sounds like she’s a female wolf. Oh, well.
So, Don and June (actually, they’re Barry and Phyllis in the movie) are romantically involved. Well, they say they are. And, I have absolutely no idea where their English accents went to. ‘Cause, they ain’t there. And, two of the bobbies have completely different accents — from each other.
The forties in Hollywood (it’s a Universal product, shot on their lot) were a time for hor-com’s. Horror-comedies. Although, so far, this one’s trying for straight horror, or rather, straight mystery, except for the giant-sized Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard and his short assistant. Sort of a Mutt/Jeff, Abbott/Costello pairing. Odd thing is, later on in the movie, the shorter of the two, can’t recall the character’s name now, plays it a little more straight.
It’s wonderful tromping around the old dark mansion that looks so familiar. Probably it was used, just re-decorated, in several other B-films from that era. I wonder what ever became of it?
And, here’s another thing. Did June Lockhart always play her roles so understated? She’s drugged later on in the movie, but who can tell?
Good story, it never bores, and it moves well. A few nice light comedic moments when several folks are tracking each other, wondering just who the she-wolf is. All in all, a lot of shaggy fun.
New movie term –
Magnetic movies. You know how there are some movies that you could just get up and walk away from? They might be good or bad, doesn’t matter. But, for whatever reason, they just don’t quite grab you. Then, there are those other movies. The ones where, you’re walking through a room, that movie’s on, and you either stop there and watch it, or you head on to finish what you’re doing, and you keep coming back for another peak. Then, you end up looking it up on the ‘net, order the thing, or ask for it for Christmas or your birthday. Those are magnetic movies.
’til next time… Adios.