Calling Dr. Death


1h 3m 1943

Brief Synopsis

Losing his memories of the last few days, neurologist Dr. Steele is told that his wife has been brutally murdered. Steele, aware of his conniving wife's infidelity, believes he may have been the killer and enlists the aid of his pretty nurse Stella to hypnotize him into recovering his lost memories.

Film Details

Genre
Crime
Thriller
Release Date
Dec 17, 1943
Premiere Information
not available
Production Company
Universal Pictures Company, Inc.
Distribution Company
Universal Pictures Company, Inc.
Country
United States

Technical Specs

Duration
1h 3m
Sound
Mono
Color
Black and White
Theatrical Aspect Ratio
1.37 : 1
Film Length
5,663ft

Synopsis

Neurologist Dr. Mark Steele has great success using hypnosis to treat his patients, but little luck in treating his own inner turmoil, which is caused by an unhappy marriage. When his unfaithful wife Maria returns home at three o'clock in the morning, the distraught Mark asks for a divorce, but Maria, who enjoys the privileges of being a doctor's wife, laughingly refuses. That night, Mark dreams of strangling Maria to death. Learning that his wife has gone away for the weekend, Mark gets into his car and drives off, only to wake up in his office Monday morning, suffering from a mental blackout. The police then arrive and inform the physician that his wife has been murdered. After finding a button from his jacket near Maria's dead body, Mark comes to believe that he is the murderer, but Stella Madden, his nurse, convinces him not to say anything to the police. Later, Mark is informed that architect Robert Duval, Maria's lover, has been arrested for the crime. Despite this, Inspector Gregg, the lead detective on the case, tells Mark that he thinks the physician is the real killer. Back at his office, Mark is visited by Duval's wheelchair-bound wife, who begs for the doctor's help in proving her husband's innocence. Duval, however, is found guilty of murder and sentenced to death. Racked with guilt, Mark hypnotizes himself in an attempt to determine if he is the real murderer. Though the treatment is interrupted by Gregg, Stella makes a recording of the session, in which the unconscious Mark talks about meeting his wife at a hunting lodge, arguing with her, leaving as Duval arrived, then returning to his office and taking a sedative. Despite this, Gregg remains convinced of Mark's guilt. Later, the physician visits Duval in his prison cell, where the architect states that he borrowed $10,000 from Maria to pay off his gambling debts, though Mark suspects that he gave the money to his disabled wife. Learning that the governor has denied Duval's request for leniency, Stella collapses, so Mark, thinking that she is overworked, offers to hire a new secretary to handle the bills, then drives her to her family's home in Malcom Falls for the weekend. When he returns to his office on Monday, Mark is confronted by Gregg, who has discovered that the acid used in the arson fire of the physician's office is similar to that used to disfigure the murdered Maria's face. On the eve of Duval's execution, Mark hypnotizes Stella, who confesses to scheming with Duval to acquire the $10,000, killing Maria when the love-struck architect attempted to return the money, implicating Duval by placing a post-hypnotic suggestion in Mark's mind, then burning the physician's office in order to destroy his personal files, which would have uncovered her acts of embezzlement. Gregg overhears the confession and places Stella under arrest.

Film Details

Genre
Crime
Thriller
Release Date
Dec 17, 1943
Premiere Information
not available
Production Company
Universal Pictures Company, Inc.
Distribution Company
Universal Pictures Company, Inc.
Country
United States

Technical Specs

Duration
1h 3m
Sound
Mono
Color
Black and White
Theatrical Aspect Ratio
1.37 : 1
Film Length
5,663ft

Articles

Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection on DVD


The house lights dim. A hush falls over the audience. On the screen, a darkened room-in its center sits a small table, on the table a crystal ball. And in the crystal ball... well, a human head. Distorted and alive, the thing is mocking you: "This is the Inner Sanctum," it sneers, "A strange, fantastic world controlled by a mass of living, pulsating flesh-the mind. It destroys, distorts, creates monsters, commits murder. Yes, even you, without knowing, can commit murder." The head stops just shy of bleating "nah-nah-nah-boo-boo."

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.

For more information about Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection, visit Universal Home Entertainment. To order Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection, go to TCM Shopping.

by David Kalat
Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection On Dvd

Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection on DVD

The house lights dim. A hush falls over the audience. On the screen, a darkened room-in its center sits a small table, on the table a crystal ball. And in the crystal ball... well, a human head. Distorted and alive, the thing is mocking you: "This is the Inner Sanctum," it sneers, "A strange, fantastic world controlled by a mass of living, pulsating flesh-the mind. It destroys, distorts, creates monsters, commits murder. Yes, even you, without knowing, can commit murder." The head stops just shy of bleating "nah-nah-nah-boo-boo." 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. For more information about Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection, visit Universal Home Entertainment. To order Inner Sanctum: The Complete Movie Collection, go to TCM Shopping. by David Kalat

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Trivia

This was the first film in Universal's "Inner Sanctum" series.

Notes

This was the first film in the "Inner Sanctum Mystery" series. According to Hollywood Reporter, Universal purchased the screen rights to the "Inner Sanctum" name in June 1943 from Simon and Schuster, Inc., publishers of the popular mystery novels and radio shows. Simon and Schuster used Inner Sanctum as a generic title for a series of mystery novels it published starting in the 1930s. Beginning in January 1941, the NBC Blue Network broadcast a weekly, half-hour radio show entitled Inner Sanctum Mysteries. That anthology radio program was then broadcast on CBS from September 1943 to 1950, on ABC from 1950 to 1951, and on CBS in the summer of 1952. In 1954, NBC Films syndicated 39 episodes of a television series titled Inner Sanctum.
       Under its agreement with Simon and Schuster, Universal received no story rights to the novels or radio series. Universal produced six films for the series, all featuring actor Lon Chaney, Jr. In most of the pictures, actor David Hoffman, playing the role "Inner Sanctum," appears in a prologue as a bodiless head, floating in a crystal ball. The final Universal entry was the 1945 film Pillow of Death . In 1948, M.R.S. Pictures made the final entry in the series, Inner Sanctum, an independent production starring Charles Russell and Mary Beth Hughes, directed by Lew Landers . For additional information on the series, consult the Series Index.
       While actress Isabel Jewell is listed by the CBCS in the role of "Peggy Morton," she does not appear in the released film. Gale Sondergaard was originally cast in the role of "Stella Madden," but was later replaced by Patricia Morison, according to Hollywood Reporter. Hollywood Reporter news items also state that actor George Dolenz was initially cast as "Robert Duval," but was forced to leave the film because he was still working on Universal's Moonlight in Vermont .