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Val Lewton Horror Collection, The (DVD) (5-Pack)
Val Lewton, a famous RKO Radio Pictures producer, redefined the
horror genre with low-budget, high-box office films. Now
available are nine of these horror classics on DVD in the all new
Val Lewton Horror Collection. Exclusive to the collection are a
new documentary on the producer and 3 of the 9 films.
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Val Lewton's name is synonymous with the subtlest, most
mysterious brand of horror filmmaking in Hollywood's golden age,
and the nine horror classics he produced at RKO between 1942 and
1946 constitute the most remarkable cycle of creativity in
B-movie history. (For the record, the Lewton/RKO legacy also
includes two non-horror entries, Youth Runs Wild and Mademoiselle
Fifi.)
Before becoming a film producer, the Russian-born Lewton was a
prolific writer of pulp fiction, nonfiction, and a couple of
pornographic novels. He also worked for years as assistant to
David O. Selznick, a legendary producer with a distinctive
personal signature--and a flair for grandiosity Lewton himself
never emulated. It's ever so revealing that, on Selznick's Gone
With the Wind, it was Lewton who came up with the idea for the
famous rising of the Atlanta railyard filled with Southern
wounded, with the Confederate streaming above--only he idly
proposed it as a joke, never imagining that anyone would actually
film such a spectacularly ambitious scene.
In 1942 Lewton left Selznick to undertake a series of horror
films for RKO Radio Pictures. The studio would give him a budget
around $200,000 per picture and a title RKO deemed to be grabby;
Lewton would have a free hand as long as he stayed on budget,
used the title, and gave the studio a salable movie of
second-feature length (around 70 minutes). Over time, Lewton
would increasingly have trouble with studio supervisors, but RKO
was the right place for him. Although low in the pecking order
among Hollywood majors, the studio made up for its lack of
MGM-style glamour and Warner Bros. grit-and-gusto by working in a
finely filigreed, almost miniaturist style. The art department
under Van Nest Polglase and Albert S. D'Agostino was capable of
exquisite artisanry, and in Nicholas Musuraca, a master of
low-key cinematography and supple camerawork, Lewton found an
invaluable collaborator in creating moody shadow-worlds where
what you couldn't see was more disquieting than what you could.
He was also fortunate in having Jacques Tourneur to direct his
first three efforts (they had teamed years earlier on the
Bastille-storming sequence for Selznick's A Tale of Two Cities).
They scored first time out of the gate with both a popular hit
and a masterpiece: Cat People (1942). The story involves a pretty
young Serbian woman in Manhattan (Simone Simon) convinced that
her ancestors had practiced animal worship during the Middle
Ages--and that she herself might shape-change into a lithe,
ravening panther if her passions were aroused. The film is
uncannily successful in keeping the viewer guessing whether this
is a phobia borne of morbid obsession and sexual repression, or a
genuine, horrific possibility. There are two sequences of
matchless artistry and almost unbearable suspense--a lonely,
echoing walk through pools of lamplight alongside Central Park,
and a late-night swim in a deserted indoor pool--that build to
throat-grabbing climaxes and remain milestones in the history of
screen horror.
Many critics feel that the second Lewton-Tourneur endeavor, I
Walked With a Zombie (1943), is both men's finest work. The title
is so lurid that the heroine-narrator (Frances Dee) must shrug it
off with her very first words, yet the movie is an amazingly
delicate and poetic piece of spellbinding--nothing less than a
reworking of Jane Eyre on a voodoo island in the Caribbean. Other
horror aficionados prefer the more mainline ferocity of The
Leopard Man (1943), an adaptation of a Cornell Woolrich story
about a serial killer strewing corpses along the U.S.-Mexican
border. Although on one level this is the Lewton film that veers
closest to conventional mystery-suspense, there's no end of
unsettling ambiguity (another black panther on the loose!) and
hints of occultism and religious mania.
RKO promoted Tourneur to A-movies after this; Lewton would never
again have so masterly a directorial partner. Yet in a weird
sense (which is only appropriate), this underscores how much
Lewton--with his wealth of arcane historical lore and
storytelling archetypes, his quiet, patient attention to detail,
and his taste for oblique narrative--was the essential auteur of
all his films. Promoting first Mark Robson and then Robert Wise
from the editing table, Lewton went on to make the deeply
mysterious The Seventh Victim (1943) and The Ghost Ship (1943),
two films in which such grotesque elements as Satan worship and
murderous psychopathology are folded away inside eerily drifty,
almost becalmed walks into eternal night. The Seventh
Victim--a movie populated with more walking dead than Lewton's
out-and-out zombie picture--is one of the cinema's supreme
meditations on the ways lives brush against one another in the
spaces of a great, impersonal city. And The Ghost Ship (the
rarest of Lewton's films, owing to a ruinous copyright suit) is
like a fever dream from which the viewer never awakens.
That's enough for a legacy, surely. Yet there remain The Curse
of the Cat People (1944), a sequel that is not quite a sequel, a
pretend-horror movie that's really a contemplation of the
fragility of childhood; Isle of the Dead (1945), a doomed reverie
about travelers who escape the Goya-esque chaos of a 19th-century
war only to be beset with plague on a miasma-shrouded island; The
Body Snatcher (1945), an atmospheric Robert Louis Stevenson
adaptation that invokes the grisly history of graverobbers Burke
and Hare, and supplies a together-again-for-the-last-time
occasion for Boris Karloff and Bela Lugosi; and Bedlam (1946),
the Hogarth painting come to life to portray the real-life
horrors of an 18th-century insane asylum. Bedlam's critical and
box-office failure ended Lewton's quasi-independent status at
RKO; he would live to make only three other, unsuccessful films.
James Agee, the premier American film critic of the 1940s,
reckoned that Val Lewton was one of the three foremost creative
figures in Hollywood--an assessment yet more impressive when we
consider that the other two were Charles Chin and Walt Disney.
His greatest films--Cat People, I Walked with a Zombie, The
Seventh Victim--are towering achievements, and even his
half-realized projects are haunting experiences, the products of
an utterly distinctive sensibility. This is an extraordinary
collection. --Richard T. Jameson