Demons of the Mind (1972)

Director: Peter Sykes
Writer: Christopher Wicking, from a story by Christopher Wicking and Frank Godwin
Stars: Paul Jones, Patrick Magee, Gillian Hills, Robert Hardy, Michael Hordern and Yvonne Mitchell

Index: 2025 Centennials.

I wanted to see 1973’s Yellow Dog for Robert Hardy’s centennial but it’s stubbornly elusive and I couldn’t find a copy. Instead, I went with this kinda sorta Hammer horror from the year before. I hadn’t seen it before and he’s the lead character, however the order of credits reads, so it seemed like a good choice. However, now I understand why it’s not better known.

It worked best for me as a mood piece, a sort of impressionistic painting, because the film is as unhinged as its subject matter. We’re never quite sure of much that happens or why and, if I ever imagined that the ending would clear it all up, then I was horribly wrong. Half of me is eager to watch it again to discover what I had missed that would make sense of it all, but the other half is convinced that it wouldn’t help.

Initially, it’s all about Elizabeth. She’s in the back of a horse drawn carriage heading home to her family’s castle down a woodland path. It could easily be a Disney princess story but she clearly doesn’t want to be there and her older companion drugs her. Then she calms and we drift into either a memory or a dream. I’m not sure which, given that she spends it blissfully with a woodcutter but neither of them speaks.

The Light of Asia (1925)

Directors: Franz Osten and Himanshu Rai
Writer: Niranjan Pal, “with specially selected titles from Sir Edwin Arnold’s masterpiece”
Stars: The Indian Players Company

Index: That's a Wrap!

It’s well known that 80% of American silent films are lost. That’s a painful statistic to think about but, in India, the equivalent percentage is a staggering 98%. Of the 1,338 known silent films made in India, only twenty-nine survive today and not all of them completely.

That makes The Light of Asia or Prem Sanyas a historic film, though it wasn’t entirely Indian. It was shot on location in the British Raj, most of it around Lahore, the city ironically now in Pakistan. Its cast was drawn from the Indian Players Company, so it looks authentic.

Another reason it looks authentic is because the Maharajah of Jaipur lent huge assistance. The story really isn’t deep so it takes time with extras: rituals, costumes and pageantry. That help allowed a vast amount of architecture to be on display and legions of local extras.

Himanshu Rai, the film’s lead actor, is even credited as its co-director. Nine years later, he would create the Bombay Talkies studio, a key element in the rise of Hindi cinema in a nation where each tongue has its own film industry.

Little Annie Rooney (1925)

Director: William Beaudine
Writers: Hope Loring and Louis Lighton, based on a story by Catherine Hennessey
Star: Mary Pickford

Index: That's a Wrap!

Based on my rating alone, I clearly enjoyed Little Annie Rooney back in 2005, but that was a little before I started reviewing movies, so I’m unable to tap into my thoughts at the time. In 2025, I can’t ignore the obvious fact that Mary Pickford was far too old to play this role.

The thing is that she knew it too. She was a big star in the teens, very possibly the biggest, and she built her career on playing children, a natural gravitation for someone four foot ten who looked great in curls. That was believable in 1917 when she played The Poor Little Rich Girl and Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm at twenty-five, but she’d become the most powerful woman in Hollywood, a co-founder of United Artists with complete control over her films. So she moved on to adult roles, as you might expect.

Unfortunately, the public didn’t follow her. They still wanted “the girl with the curls” and they told her so after she asked them during an interview for Photoplay. So she made this, a feature that opens with a protracted battle in the back streets of a bowery between Annie’s gang and the Kid Kellys. Every participant is a kid and looks it, except for Pickford. It seems anomalous to start with and gets progressively more awkward as she and fifteen year old Joe Butterworth start leaping onto each other.

Please Murder Me! (1956)

Director: Peter Godfrey
Writers: Al C. Ward and Donald Hyde, based on an original story by E. A. Dupont and David Chantler
Stars: Angela Lansbury, Raymond Burr, Dick Foran, John Dehmer and Lamont Johnson

Index: 2025 Centennials.

This didn’t turn out to be the greatest movie that Angela Lansbury ever made, but I’ll leave it to others to look at Gaslight, The Manchurian Candidate and Bedknobs and Broomsticks, to cite just three. It didn’t turn out to contain a great role for her either, though I always like her as a villain, even if she didn’t. What it did turn out to be was an interesting failure and a pristine opportunity for Raymond Burr, billed second.

He’s Craig Carlson, attorney at law, and this starts out with him walking through dark film noir streets, checking pawnshop windows and buying a gun. He comes back to his office and dictates a fantastic message to Ray Willis: “In exactly 55 minutes, I will be dead. Murdered.”

If you want to hook an audience, this is how. Nowadays, it’s tailor made for a trailer, but it works as the prologue too. Of course, it’s a film noir so we leap into flashback and learn how the story progressed to that point.

The Living Idol (1957)

Director: Albert Lewin
Writer: Albert Lewin
Stars: Steve Forrest, Liliane Montevecchi, James Robertson-Justice, Sara Garcia and Eduardo Noriega

Index: 2025 Centennials.

The Living Idol is at once emphatically of its time and also a frequent anomaly for the films of two countries. It’s an anomaly because it’s a Hollywood film with four of the five actors on the poster not American. It’s an anomaly as a horror film shot in Mexico that’s presented in both colour and anamorphic widescreen. It’s an anomaly as a Mexican cultural story, albeit one that’s told by a British archaeologist. It’s only of its time because all the exotic scenes aren’t exotic so much as exotica and it’s about folklore and reincarnation.

The British archaeologist is Professor Alfred Stoner, played by James Robertson Justice. It’s he who takes Juanita and Terry Matthews up the sixty-two steps inside the Pyramid of the Magician to trigger the story.

You see, while Terry is impressed by a stone jaguar idol, Juanita is horrified by it. She stares in abject terror and then flees down the steep steps in her high heels. We’re soon told that, a thousand years ago, a young lady of her age in a blue outfit like hers, was sacrificed on top of that pyramid and eaten by the people. Stoner wonders if she experienced a racial memory.

The Freshman (1925)

Directors: Sam Taylor and Fred Newmeyer
Writers: Sam Taylor, John Grey, Ted Wilde and Tim Whelan
Star: Harold Lloyd

Index: That's a Wrap!

I watched a lot of Harold Lloyd features back in 2005 and ranked this one up there with the best of them, but it doesn’t stand up to a fresh viewing the way that Safety Last! did two years earlier for its centennial. It’s cleverly funny, both because of Lloyd and its intertitles, but it has precious little substance to prop it up.

The premise is almost ludicrously simple. A young man, Harold Lamb, wants, needs, aches to go to college and he’s been accepted to one, Tate University, “a large football stadium with a college attached.” He wants to be popular, so prepares with glee, copying a movie character, The College Hero, right down to the little jig that its star, Lester Laurel, does as he greets people. In his mind, he’s already replaced Chet Trask, the most popular student at Tate.

Of course, that makes him seem ridiculous, a little endearingly, sure, but still ridiculous. It’s enough to gain unwelcome attention from the college cad, who pranks him quickly and often enough for it to become a big deal. Harold has become quickly known to the student body, a feat he interprets as popularity but isn’t. Only late into the movie is it made clear to him that he’s just the college boob.

Being There (1979)

Director: Hal Ashby
Writer: Jerzy Kosiński, based on his novel
Stars: Peter Sellers, Shirley MacLaine, Jack Warden and Melvyn Douglas

Index: 2025 Centennials.

I knew very little about Being There going in. I knew that it was a late Peter Sellers movie, it was something of a departure from his typical comedy and it landed him an Oscar nod. And I knew that it was still highly regarded, comedy often dating poorly but this one not so much.

I certainly hadn’t realised that it can viably be considered a cult film; that it was directed by Hal Ashby, who had made Harold and Maude; that it was written by Jerzy Kosiński, he of The Painted Bird fame; or indeed that it had won an Oscar for Melvyn Douglas, a Golden Age actor I’ve enjoyed in many films from the thirties.

Not knowing the story certainly helped. It’s a subtle comedy, meaning that one departure for Sellers was a need for him to underact for once. It’s an unpredictable comedy too, much of the fun for me arising through his character always telling the exact truth without anyone actually realising that.

The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

Director: Rupert Julian
Writer: uncredited, “from the celebrated novel by Gaston Leroux”
Stars: Lon Chaney, Mary Philbin and Norman Kerry

Index: That's a Wrap!

Just six months after a mysterious phantom wreaked havoc at the famous Paris venue, the Moulin Rouge, in the feature by René Clair, a fresh phantom followed suit at an even more famous Paris venue, the Opera House.

Lon Chaney’s make-up, designed himself, is a marvel that had the audience screaming and perhaps fainting in their seats when Christine unwisely rips off his mask to reveal the horror of his disfigured features. The scenes at the Bal Masque, shot in Process 2 Technicolor, are still gloriously striking, the Red Death’s robe a vivid reminder of blood. No wonder it meant a series of Universal horror movies that would define the genre for decades. After all, Chaney had given them their most successful film two years earlier, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. The success of this thematic follow up guaranteed a whole lot more. It merely took the advent of sound to progress the genre further.

Patrick the Great (1944)

Director: Frank Ryan
Writers: Bertram Millhauser and Dorothy Bennett, based on a story by Jane Hall, Frederick Kohner and Ralph Block
Stars: Donald O'Connor and Peggy Ryan

Index: 2025 Centennials.

Donald O’Connor is fairly best known for his Make It Laugh routine in Singin’ in the Rain. It’s one of the all time great scenes to drop the jaw of everyone watching in astonishment at what a human being can actually do. However, that was a result of a lot of work over a lot of years, going back to his days in vaudeville, starting at a mere thirteen months of age, as part of the O’Connor Family, the so-called Royal Family of Vaudeville, as they toured the nation.

By that point in his career, he’d become the sidekick but he got to that point playing leads for Universal in smaller pictures like this one. I’ve seen a few of them, but that one that blew my mind was Curtain Call at Cactus Creek, which I watched for Vincent Price’s First Thirty. It’s hardly a great movie and it ends horribly, but O’Connor is simply amazing in it, as the entire crew of a travelling troupe, doing every single behind the scenes task, often all at once.

Fright (1971)

Director: Peter Collinson
Writer: Tudor Gates
Stars: Susan George, Honor Blackman, Ian Bannen and John Gregson

Index: 2025 Centennials.

There are plenty of things wrong with Fright that I can’t ignore, but there are also a heck of a lot of things right with it that I can’t ignore either. With half a century of hindsight, it’s an impressively powerful pioneer of a movie that deserves more attention and I’m happy to give it some as a celebration of Honor Blackman.

I wasn’t aware of it until now, but this is the progenitor of the babysitter in peril movie, a title only challenged by a short from the same year, Foster’s Release, with Dan O’Bannon as the proto-slasher. Here, that’s the similarly named Ian Bannen, who’s far from a one note slasher.

The plot isn’t a strong point, because it does little more than the tagline on IMDb states: “A babysitter is terrorized by the child’s father, escaped from an asylum.” That’s pretty much it for story but not for the film itself because the actors, the director and, surprisingly, the sound editor all bring a lot more to the table.

Fortune is a Woman (1957)

Director: Sidney Gilliat
Writers: Sidney Gilliat and Frank Launder, adapted by Val Valentine from the novel by Winston Graham
Stars: Jack Hawkins, Arlene Dahl, Dennis Price, Violet Farebrother and Ian Hunter

Index: 2025 Centennials.

In many ways, this is a quintessential British film, but I’m watching it for an American, as Arlene Dahl would have been a hundred years old today. The next most prominent woman in the cast, Greta Gynt, was Norwegian, but made her career in British film. Dahl didn’t. She only made two films in the UK, Wicked as They Come in 1956 and this a year later.

Otherwise, the names are all British. Sidney Gilliat and Frank Launder, a famous team in a slew of genres, wrote the script. Launder took the director’s role for comedies but Gilliat for dramas like this and he did here. Jack Hawkins is the star, with other old faithfuls like Dennis Price, Bernard Miles, Geoffrey Keen and even a young Christopher Lee lower down the cast. It was based on a novel by Winston Graham, best known for his Poldark historical series.

I should emphasise that it’s a mystery, as it’s keen to start out like a horror movie. We chase through the countryside to an old dark house, then zoom inside in horror fashion to focus on a painting of the very same house. We zoom in there too and there’s a dead man’s hand. It’s a nightmare sequence, being suffered by Oliver Branwell, an insurance investigator.

Sally of the Sawdust (1925)

Director: D. W. Griffith
Writer: Forrest Halsey, from the play Poppy by Dorothy Donnelly
Stars: Carol Dempster and W. C. Fields

Index: That's a Wrap!

While the star of Sally of the Sawdust is Carol Dempster, playing, well, Sally of the Sawdust, the key name here is her co-star, W. C. Fields, because this is a pivotal film in his career for a variety of reasons.

For one, he plays a versatile show man, Prof. Eustace McGargle. His first and, for my money, most impressive routine is comedic juggling, a routine that’s perfect except when he doesn’t want it to be, at which point he loses balls but uses a quick foot movement to regain them as if nothing untoward had happened. It should not surprise that this was Fields’s specialty as a vaudeville performer.

For two, it’s based on a stage play from 1923 called Poppy. That wasn’t his first experience on Broadway, as he’d debuted in 1905 and was a regular in Ziegfeld Follies revues, but it was a lead role, with Madge Kennedy, that made his name as an actor. He was the only actor to go from play to film and he shot a sound remake, Poppy, in 1936, with Rochelle Hudson.

For three, the routine that gets McGargle in trouble is the shell game, though he insists it’s not gambling at all but a game of skill. “It’s the old army game”, he claims. This film and That Royle Girl after it landed him a contract with Paramount and his first film for them was It’s the Old Army Game.

Dont Look Back (1967)

Director: D. A. Pennebaker
Writer: D. A. Pennebaker
Stars: Bob Dylan, Joan Baez and Alan Price

Index: 2025 Centennials.

“Don’t criticise what you can’t understand,” Bob Dylan sang in The Times They are a-Changin’ in this film, which every critic should keep in mind as they review it. After all, it’s not your typical documentary and wasn’t in 1967.

Ostensibly, filmmaker D. A. Pennebaker was chronicling Dylan’s tour of the UK in 1965, but, quite frankly, this does a terrible job of that. I left knowing little more about that tour than I did going in, which wasn’t a heck of a lot.

I had to research online to find that it ran for eight nights in seven cities over ten days, that he only performed solo and acoustic and each gig was performed in two halves without support, prompting me to wonder why Joan Baez and Alan Price were there for much of it.

Locke & Key (2011)

Director: Mark Romanek
Writer: Josh Friedman, based on the graphic novels by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez
Stars: Miranda Otto, Mark Pellegrino, Sarah Bolger, Nick Stahl, Ksenia Solo, Skylar Gaertner and Jesse McCartney

Index: Unsold Pilots

There are probably a lot of ways to start an Unsold Pilots project but Locke & Key seems like the perfect one because there’s a long history that highlights how complicated the process is to bring a well known and successful property to television. It doesn’t hurt that my better half is a huge fan.

Locke & Key started out as a comic book, one with a huge name as writer, Joe Hill, who’s one of Stephen King’s sons, each of whom found a success of their own. It ran for six stories over six years, from 2008 to 2013, to great acclaim. It was inevitable that it would be adapted into something by someone at some point.

That turned out to be a TV show developed for Fox for their 2010-11 season. The pilot was made but not aired, though it was screened at San Diego Comic-Con. However, Fox passed on it, so no show was made.

Side Street (1949)

Director: Anthony Mann
Writer: Sydney Boehm
Stars: Farley Granger, Cathy O’Donnell, James Craig, Paul Kelly, Jean Hagen, Paul Harvey, Edmon Ryan and Charles McGraw

Index: 2025 Centennials.

Farley Granger was tempted into all sorts of trouble as the forties became the fifties. Alfred Hitchcock made him a murderer in Rope, then Nicholas Ray put him on the run for murder in They Live by Night and Hitch put him right back in the murder game in Strangers on a Train.

He’s a thief here—“no hero, no criminal, just human like all of us, weak like some of us but foolish like most of us”, as the Chief of Police tells us at the end. He sees an opportunity and he takes it, but then he feels guilty about it so does all he can to fix what he did. His problem is that he does all the wrong things, even if he does them for the right reasons.

Side Street has all sorts of flaws, but it works for me on two fronts. For one, it’s a beautifully shot exploration of New York, the city being a deeper and more substantial character than a bunch of the supposed leads. And for two, it’s a great unwitting descent, where we watch Joe Norson jump into a hole, then continue to try to dig his way out of it until he almost makes it to Australia. If you’re one of those moviegoers who likes shouting at characters on screens to not do the stupid thing they’re about to do, I’d highly recommend this one to you.

Big Trouble in Little China (1986)

Director: John Carpenter
Writers: Gary Goldman and David Z. Weinstein, adapted by W. D. Richter
Stars: Kurt Russell, Kim Cattrall, Dennis Dun, James Hong and Victor Wong

Index: Make It a Double.

James Hong’s Double took me from a movie I’ve reviewed before to a movie I can’t believe I haven’t reviewed before. Nowadays, my go to films from John Carpenter have changed from Halloween and Escape from New York to They Live and Big Trouble in Little China, two movies that I enjoy more and more with every viewing.

This was Carpenter’s Hollywood flop, which cost $20m or so to produce but only took half that at the box office. There are probably a lot of reasons for that but one is that the audience really didn’t understand what it was in 1986.

What they probably expected was an action movie full of Chinese weirdness but without a real understanding of what Chinese weirdness actually looks like. It would happen in the U.S. and Kurt Russell would be the action hero who would take care of it all.

The Gold Rush (1925)

Director: Charles Chaplin
Writer: Charles Chaplin
Stars: Charles Chaplin, Mack Swain and Georgia Hale

Index: That's a Wrap!

I was rather surprised to find that I haven’t reviewed The Gold Rush before, given that it’s the indirect reason why I wrote Charlie Chaplin Centennial: Keystone, a book about his first year in film, 1914. The trigger was a friend of mine attending a college film class, because he was the only person in the room who looked at the cover of the textbook and recognised Chaplin as the Little Tramp in The Gold Rush.

The point, of course, was that a century ago, the Little Tramp’s famous silhouette was the most recognised image in the entire world. To go from that to the comment of “Who’s that dude on the cover?” in a college film class is a scary descent in cultural awareness.

She-Wolf of London (1946)

Director: Jean Yarbrough
Writers: George Bricker, based on an original story by Dwight V. Babcock
Stars: Don Porter, June Lockhart, Sara Haden, Jan Wiley and Lloyd Corrigan

Index: 2025 Centennials.

It doesn’t happen often, but occasionally I’m able to wish someone a happy one hundredth birthday while I remember their life and work through a centennial review.

June Lockhart didn’t have a huge career in the movies, being better known on television, but she started early and kept on going, so the span from her first to last movie is over eighty years and counting, from an uncredited role in A Christmas Carol in 1938 to a voice role in 2019 in Bongee Bear and the Kingdom of Rhythm.

Given that her father, the Academy Award-nominated actor Gene Lockhart, kicked off his professional career on stage in 1897 at the age of six, their shared output stretches into three different centuries. Her daughter Anne, who’s a prolific voice actor, landed her first credit in 1958 and is also still working, with almost one hundred episodes of Chicago Fire to her name.

Blade Runner (1982)

Director: Ridley Scott
Writer: Hampton Fancher and David Peoples, based on the novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep by Philip K. Dick
Stars: Harrison Ford, Rutger Hauer, Sean Young, Edward James Olmos, M. Emmet Walsh, Daryl Hannah, William Sanderson, Brion James, Joe Turkel and Joanna Cassidy

Index: Make It a Double.

I love it when people choose their Doubles, especially when they introduce me to new and joyous films I don’t know. James Hong had lots of opportunity to do that, as his four hundred and fifty credits go back to Dragonfly Squadron in 1953, and they’re wildly varied.

In 1974, for instance, he went from Dynamite Brothers, an Al Adamson feature, to Chinatown, then made a couple of TV movies, playing U.N. Secretary General U Thant first in The Missiles of October then a major role in Judge Dee and the Monastery Murders, a mystery set in China back in the 7th century, shot with an all Asian cast. And they’re just part of one year in a career that’s spanned seven decades and counting!

Instead, he chose the safest double thus far, picking a couple of very well known films that I’ve seen many times. I’ve even reviewed Blade Runner before, but I will happily dive in again. It’s no hardship to watch these two and I can focus more on Hong’s contributions.

The Assassin (1988)

Director: Jon Hess
Writers: Anthony Peckham and Stephen Katz, based on a story by Beth Glazer and Anthony Peckham
Stars: Steve Railsback, Nicholas Guest, Xander Berkeley, Sam Melville, Pamela Seamone, Jorge Luke, Jorge Reynoso and Elpidia Carrillo

Index: Make It a Double.

While The Stunt Man was always going to be Steve Railsback’s first choice for his Double, he had plenty of alternatives for a second, with a set of strong roles in titles like Lifeforce, Turkey Shoot and the TV mini series Helter Skelter, as a well received Charlie Manson, even something outrageous like Alligator II: The Mutation.

Instead, he went for this thriller, a movie so obscure that it isn’t even available on DVD—I had to watch a rip of a laserdisc copy—and the only critic’s review at IMDb is from my friend Jim McLennan at Film Blitz, who looked at it so long ago that we can’t trust its 2003 date.

Jim rated it a D, suggesting it’s “just another forgettable action flick” and, in most regards, he isn’t wrong, because the action isn’t strong, the characters are clichéd and the mystery is transparent—the bad guy isn’t just who we’re expecting it to be but also who we’re hoping it will be because we dislike him from the start. There’s a big explosion that’s wildly gratuitous and the music, which I really dug, makes it feel like a Beverly Hills Cop knockoff, which it isn’t.

She (1925)

Director: Leander de Cordova
Writer: H. Rider Haggard
Stars: Betty Blythe, Carlyle Blackwell and Mary Odette

Index: That's a Wrap!

Oh, dear. Much of the point of this project is to highlight just how good and/or interesting feature films made a hundred years ago were. Sure, we’ve made technological strides in the decades since 1925, but silent movies were not just melodrama and wild gesticulation.

Well, except this one. This seventh take and first feature adaptation on H. Rider Haggard’s classic adventure novel She—it was first filmed in 1899 by Georges Méliès as a one minute long trick short—is absolutely melodrama and wild gesticulation.

What’s really frustrating is that it isn’t a lot else! It may be the first huge disappointment that this project has turned up thus far, which is a shame because I’m a fan of Haggard and his novel She, which deepened the lost world genre that he had so memorably pioneered in King Solomon’s Mines.

The Stunt Man (1980)

Director: Richard Rush
Writer: Lawrence B. Marcus, adapted by Richard Rush from the novel by Paul Brodeur
Stars: Peter O’Toole, Steve Railsback and Barbara Hershey

Index: Make It a Double.

Now that I’ve seen The Stunt Man, it’s hard to imagine Steve Railsback could have any other picture in his career more appropriate as his first choice for this project. Cameron is a gift of a part for a young actor, the traditional lead character manipulated by the non-traditional lead character, both in this film, The Stunt Man, and in a film within the film, an unnamed war movie set during World War I.

Railsback also goes through what seems like every emotion known to an actor with maybe a few new ones for good measure, and in doing so, holds his own against Peter O’Toole in an iconic award-worthy performance—the latter was Oscar-nominated alongside John Hurt for The Elephant Man and Robert de Niro for Raging Bull. Talk about a tough year!

As we start, Cameron is nervous. There are too many cops in the café with him and, sure enough, one slaps his handcuffs on him, so he runs. He’s not the titular stunt man yet, but what he does would count as an impressive demo reel. On a bridge, he thumbs a ride in a vintage Duesenberg with an imperial German eagle on the side, only for the driver to kick him out of the car then try to run him down, ending in the river. That’s when he realises he has been filmed from a helicopter all along.

Compound Fracture (2014)

Director: Anthony J. Rickert-Epstein
Writers: Renae Geerlings and Tyler Mane
Stars: Tyler Mane, Muse Watson, Derek Mears, Leslie Easterbrook, Renae Geerlings, Daniel Roebuck, Todd Farmer, Jelly Howie, Susan Angelo and Alex Saxon

Index: Make It a Double.

This horror movie may open in slow motion and black and white but it quickly finds colour and regular speed and all artsy pretentions are ditched. It’s a confined movie, though, almost all of it unfolding within the compound that Gary Wolffsen calls home, so claustrophobia is a key focus, especially given so many cameras monitoring the place, inside and out.

It turns into a good opportunity for Derek Mears, who plays a particularly nasty monster of a villain, and Tyler Mane, another big scary dude, best known for playing Michael Myers in the Rob Zombie Halloween movies, as well as Sabretooth in X-Men. That’s surely one reason why both chose it for their Doubles—yes, I will be covering it again in Make It a Double Vol. 4—but it’s a Mane Entertainment film too, so it’s also Mane’s film as producer and co-writer; he wrote it with his wife, Renae Geerlings, who’s also his screen fiancée in the film.

Don Q, Son of Zorro (1925)

Director: Donald Crisp
Writer: Jack Cunningham, based on the novel Don Q’s Love Story by K. & Hesketh Prichard
Stars: Douglas Fairbanks, Mary Astor, Jack McDonald and Donald Crisp

Index: That's a Wrap!

It’s a long while since I’ve seen the original The Mark of Zorro, a Douglas Fairbanks vehicle based on the first appearance of Zorro, a short story called The Curse of Capistrano, published a single year earlier. Zorro came quickly to film.

However, this is only a sequel in name, as it was based on a Don Q novel instead, a Spanish character called Don Quebranta Huesos, who first appeared in 1904, so predated Zorro. Don Q’s Love Story was the first Don Q novel after a couple of short story collections, all written by a mother and son writing team.

Here, due to Hollywood story manipulation, Don Quebranta Huesos becomes Don Cesar de Vega, son of Don Diego de Vega, now formally outed as Zorro. He’s a Californian of Spanish blood, though almost the entire story unfolds in Spain, with young Don Cesar visiting “for a period of travel and study”, as per a tradition for eldest de Vega sons.

The Aggression Scale (2012)

Director: Steven C. Miller
Writer: Ben Powell
Stars: Fabianne Therese, Ryan Hartwig, Dana Ashbrook, Derek Mears, Jacob Reynolds, Joseph McKelheer, Boyd Kestner, Lisa Rotondi and Ray Wise

Index: Make It a Double.

I met Derek Mears, like many of the people who kindly chose Doubles for me, at a horror convention and that’s where you might expect to find someone who’s 6’ 5” and missing all the hair on his body. Needless to say, he plays a lot of screen monsters, including Jason Voorhees in the 2009 reboot of Friday the 13th.

However, Derek, like many of those people, didn’t choose two horror films for his double, as his first choice is an unusual action thriller.

It grabbed my attention quickly, lost it again and then, as I wondered if it was going to get it back, did so with style, turning this into a film I wasn’t expecting to see.