had the creature all in Larry Talbot's tortured head. Universal studio would have none of it, and Lon Chaney spurted yak hair and uncomfortable slipper shoes and gloves, loping around the countryside until he encountered Daddy problems he couldn't surmount, and scared the bejesus out of a soon to be war embroiled USA..
Want to talk Hollywood fiction meets fact, Burr was gay as the ace of spades, as if that mattered, and Mz. Payton had divorce and murder in her history for real. Frankly I prefer brunettes, so the girl Barney leaves behind is not the one I would have chosen to abandon. Different strokes for different folks.
So here we are ten years later and Curt gets to play his original screenplay out. Chaney this time, an aged 47, plays the cop on the beat. The tortured soul goes to Ray Burr, and although Maria Ouspenskaya couldn't reprieve the gypsy woman role, having drowned a couple years before--again for real--they got a poor stand in plus a potted plant. The plant had better lines. At least better delivery.
What an amazing tour de force of second rate dreck elevated by great acting and a totally convincingly and soon to be chubby, svelte Ray Burr.
Perry Mason awaited, as did Godzilla. But as an interesting warm up, this is really great.