The House of Weird Sleep – Charles R. Allen

sascoverFive wealthy young women have disappeared in Panama City (the one in Panama) and the police are stumped.   Sitting in a bar, reporter Ken Newman and cop-wannabe Nick Carson notice Doris Chamberlain, niece of banker Henry Carmody being led out by a man with a scar. Sensing trouble, and more importantly a reward, they follow the couple to a dark house.

Seeing no one inside, the two men break into the dark house.  Creeping upstairs, they find “the white body of a beautiful girl . . . Her bare jutting breasts rose and fell symmetrically in apparent sleep.”  It is not Doris and they don’t know if this girl’s uncle is also rich, so they check the room next door.  There they find another girl, clad only in silk pajama bottoms. Both girls had been drugged.

As Nick vows to get the rats behind this, the scar-face man appears.  His henchmen conk Ken on the head and take Nick to the cellar for questioning.  He is strung up with his hands tied above his head.  A henchman produces a rawhide whip tipped with steel prongs.  In a scene that would have been cut from 24 as too unrealistic [1], Nick is able to swing his legs back and belly-kick his tormentor.  Then the ropes are rotten enough that he can break free.

Armed with the cat-o-nine-nails, Nick climbs the stairs to find Scar-face.  He dodges bullets and dispatches a couple more bad guys.  Through blind luck, he discovers Doris Chamberlain. She says they took her clothes away — even though she is the most overdressed women they’ve seen that night — and plan to ship her to South America as a sex slave.

They hear footsteps and Nick actually says, “If they find me here, it’s curtains.”  The men arrive and Scar-face points a gun at Nick’s head.  He manages to distract Scar-face by throwing a pillow at him.  He then grabs his gun and caps off two henchmen. Scar-face gets off lucky with a gun butt to the noggin.

As they are looking for Ken, they see Henry Carmody who is more of an “Uncle Roy” [2] than an uncle to Doris.  In fact, he had tried to force his way into Doris’ bedroom and had ordered her brought here.  Luckily Ken jumps Scar-face from behind and saves the day.

Ken tells Nick that he is sure to be hired by the police after breaking up this gang. Maybe his first case can be to investigate why there seems to be no Panamanians in Panama City.

Post-Post:

  • [1] It is no wonder L.A. is in a permanent drought.  Every warehouse, storeroom and basement where Jack Bauer is cuffed to a water pipe, the pipes are leaky and falling apart so badly he can pull them apart with his bare hands and escape.
  • [2] A character from the early days of SNL so offensive that he has apparently been scrubbed from YouTube.
  • First published in January 1935.
  • Also that month:  Elvis Presley is born.
  • The 2nd consecutive story to feature an article of clothing called a step-in.

Suez Souvenir – Jerome Hyams (1934)

sascoverWhat the hell?  Another story featuring Cliff Downey of The Consolidated Detective Agency of Chicago?  Cliff, we had some good times, but are you going to pop up in every other story regardless of author?

Shanghai Jester:  Cliff’s hairy right fist was thrust deep into the pockets of his coat, the capable fingers clenched around the comforting butt of a service .38 automatic.

Suez Souvenir:  The detective’s  hairy right fist closed over the cold butt of the automatic in his coat pocket.

Maybe if Cliff Downey had gotten his hands on Babs‘ butt instead of his pistol’s in Shanghai, his hands wouldn’t be so hairy.

This time, he is in Suez searching for an American dame named Wilda Rhodes.  Her parents fear that she has been kidnapped.  Two French girls, a German, and a Brazilian have also disappeared, but Wilda is the only blonde [1] so only she is featured on FOX radio every night.  Downey fears she has been sold into “white slavery”, or as it is also known — slavery.  The US Consul, fortunately not under Hillary Clinton’s watch, is alive to helpfully point him to Azbar ibn Barakah, rumored slavemaster.

Black Murder:  The figurette was unmistakable — it was Wynne Dana herself, entirely nude, with white jutting breasts tipped and pointed.  The head was lowered over a long, shiny pin that transfixed the left breast.

Suez Souvenir:  Buried to the hilt in the firm white flesh of her young, virginal, rounded left breast was a short oriental scimitar.

There are breast-men (i.e., men), then there are impaledleft-breast-men.  That is 2 out of 3 stories in this collection with that weirdly specific — and creepy — fetish.

Downey finds Wilda tied up nearly naked.  He remedies one of the two problems and they escape the torture chamber.  They are quickly caught and taken to Barakah. When Wilda slashes his face with her nails, he vows to “possess her charms” then kill her. Seeing an ornamental metal chastity belt on the wall, she slips off her few clothes, leaving her “completely, gloriously nude.”  She straps on the chastity belt “encasing her intimate femininity in a shining metal prison.”  Barakah is furious, and frankly Downey is probably also not totally on-board as Wilda locks the device and throws the key out the window.

Four henchmen take Downey and Wilda back to the torture room.  Barakah threatens to blind Downey with a branding iron and melt the chastity belt off of Wilda before handing her off to the henchmen.  As the men take the German girl’s dead, naked body off the rack to be disposed of, Downey is able to smash his padlock with a conveniently placed rock.

When Barakah returns, Downey catches him by surprise, lassoing him with the chain that had bound him “smearing eyes and nose and mouth into gory jelly.”  Downey beats the man to death and takes pistol from him to kill his henchmen.  He frees Wilda, although doesn’t go as far as tossing her a shirt or anything.  Barakah’s torn clothing reveals him to actually be a white dude.

Downey tells naked Wilda that he knew it all the time — that Barakah was actually the American consul with make-up and a beard.  He explains to naked Wilda how the consul kidnapped hot babes.  He further explains to naked Wilda how he caught on to the deception.  He picks up naked Wilda “in his strong arms and carried her upstairs.” He takes naked Wilda out into the street. Finally at that point, he takes a burnoose off a dead Arab and gives it to the nude woman standing naked in the street to cover up.  And really, how much material could be in a burnoose? [2]

Downey suddenly remembers her chastity belt.  It’s not like it was covered up or anything. Wilda says she only pretended to toss the key, that it was hidden in her hair. She says, “I wanted you to have it, always.”  See, by “it” she means her vagina.

Much better than Black Murder.

Post-Post:

  • [1] Wilda is later described as having coal-black hair, so the interest in her disappearance is inexplicable.
  • [2] I thought a burnoose was just Arab head-dress, but it is actually the entire cloak.
  • First published in September 1934.
  • Also that month:  Bridget Bardot and Sophia Loren both born.  But Bridget will always be a week younger.

Black Murder – Carl Moore (1935)

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Well, I didn’t get too far into this story set in Haiti. First sentence:

Thunder rumbled and crashed, reverberated across white-topped distant mountains.

Was the author under the impression that it snows in Haiti?  John Martin isn’t thinking about the snow in them thar hills, he is more concerned about the voodoo drums, the tom-toms.

A year later John’s brother Don arrives in Haiti with John’s fiancee Wynne.   Don is searching for his older brother and is led by the police to his deserted home.  There the couple is left with two guards — Dumonnier and Manbrun — for protection.

Once inside the house, “their bodies fused, her lips restlessly on his, his arms encircling and crushing her loveliness.”  Say, isn’t she John’s fiancee?  How hard are they really looking for him?  Wynne says she just thought she loved John, but that it was really Don all the time.

That afternoon, the voodoo drums start again, or maybe it is just Bolero on the stereo. Overcome, Don carries Wynne to the bed.  It is already occupied by a naked clay figure of Wynne with a pin through it.  There is no no time for a menage-a-trois as they hear demonic laughter and find Dumonnier sprawled on the lanai, “his sightless eyes staring straight ahead, his bloodless lips grinning and mocking.  His head was split open as if from the blow of a great axe.”  Also, it is mentioned that his hat is missing.

Manbrun howls, turns on the couple, then charges into the jungle.  Don and Wynne think maybe they’ll just head out and come back when Sandals has built a walled compound in Port-au-Prince.  They run back through the jungle, their clothing slashed by thorns and sharp branches.  Don is conked on the head and he wakes up with in captivity with Wynne and his brother John.

There really is not much to the rest of the story.  There is a dance that seems to go on longer than The Matrix Reloaded rave-in-the-cave, a priest and priestess, and John Martin fakes being in a trance so he can facilitate their escape.

Later, as they are standing with police, John says, “Take me home, Don.  The spell is broken at last.”  Yeah, but I think it is going to be an uncomfortable moment when they decide who gets to ride in the back with Wynne.  John might even call shotgun.

These stories are so simplistic that they almost defy criticism.

Post-Post:

  • Published in Spicy Adventure, April 1935.
  • Also that month:  Erich von Däniken born, paving the Naza Lines for the Ancient-Alien-Industrial Complex.  For a dose of reality, here is an awesome debunking.

The Shanghai Jester – Robert Leslie Bellem (1934)

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Every time Cliff Downey thought of that cablegram, his square jaw jutted, his icy gray eyes narrowed and his mouth became a grim slit in the hard granite of his face.

Downey is following a .38 automatic with his hand on the butt of a “chink” [1] bellhop — no wait, he has his hand on the butt of a .38 automatic and is following a “chink” [1] bellhop. Yikes — I guess that’s not much better!  This is clearly from a different era.

As the “yellow boy” [1] (OK, enough of that — you get the idea) raises his hand to knock on the hotel room door, Downey slaps it away. He is tracking a man named Muller but must be careful as the cable warned him that competitors at The Argus Detective Firm are also on Muller’s trail.  Downy has traced him over three continents to find him here in Shanghai.

Muller stole $750,000 of jewels from the Vandervorts in Chicago of the Chicago Vandervorts who are offering a $10,000 reward.  He doesn’t trust the Argus gang not to let him do the legwork, slip him a shiv, and steal the jewels from him for the reward. Muller does not answer the door, though . . .

He stared into the piquant, youthful features of a girl — a slender, elfin person whose tawny yellow hair tumbled in a glorious cascade over bare and intriguing shoulder, whose hazel eyes were demurely fringed with gentian lashes, whose bee-stung lips were parted to reveal two rows of tiny, even teeth.  Her boyish body was clad in a negligee that had fallen open at the throat to disclose creamy expanses of smooth girl-flesh swelling into twin firm half-globes straining beneath the soft silken restraint of a diaphanous brassiere.

The good news is, she is Muller’s daughter.  She calls her father out and Downey prepares to haul him in.  He asks Downey to wait until his daughter Babs goes to lunch so she doesn’t see her father perp-walked out.  She goes out, presumably after covering up her firm twin half-globes.  Quite the civilized gentleman, Muller tells Downey that he has the jewels, why not just let him go for his daughter’s sake — and Downey agrees.

Downey is no fool, though, and a few minutes later spies on the couple.  Muller tells Babs, who is not really his daughter, to go to Downey’s hotel, slip him some cyanide and steal the jewels back.  Babs braves the rain to go to Downey’s hotel.  In his room, he gallantly suggests she get out of those wet clothes, and she agrees.

Shortly she reappeared clad only in a bathrobe he had handed her.  His eyes drank in her beauty.  The robe had slipped down over her shoulders, revealing more than a glimpse of the firm contours of her bare and jutting breasts.  her unclad legs and creamy thighs peered forth boldly from the robe as she walked toward him.

Babs admits that she is actually Muller’s mistress.  But a girl’s gotta have standards — him being a jewel thief is just unacceptable to her, so she wants out.  You know, now that he’s busted.  She asks Downey to take her back to America and shows off “her smooth body, her perfect breasts, firm and pink-tipped and provocative.” Babs hands him the drugged drink which he covertly dumps; he then pretends to fall into “deadly sleep”.

Back in Chi-town [2], Downey’s boss chews him out because he heard the Argus Firm was handing over Vandervort’s jewels for the reward at that very minute.  Not so, Downey says — he had immediately pegged Babs as the Argus operative even though she was more of a Vargas operative.  The tip-off was that no man would call his daughter “Babs”.  Downey switched out some fake jewels to make her think she got away with the real jewels so the Argus Firm wouldn’t cut off his family jewels.

About what you would expect from a 1934 magazine called Spicy Adventure Stories.

Post-Post:

  • [1] A quote, hence the quotes.
  • [2] This is ironic as he was earlier in Chai-town . . . OK, Chai is a word for tea derived from the Mandarin word chá ().  And the Chinese dialect spoken in the titular Shanghai:  Mandarin.  Now that’s weak tea.
  • First published in Spicy Adventure Stories, July 1934.
  • Also that month:  Dillinger shot.  I guess the cops won again.
  • Also, FDR is the “1st sitting president to visit South America.”  What the — is that a wheelchair joke?
  • Robert Leslie Bellem was previously heard from in Blood for the Vampire Dead.
  • Bellem is apparently best known for his creation of detective Dan Turner.  Good article here that makes me want to read more by him.

Fear Itself – The Sacrifice (06/07/08)

In place of the increasingly tedious Tales From the Crypt, I selected the one-and-done season of Fear Itself that I had always intended to watch.  Technically, it is season 3 of the Masters of Horror series which had aired on Showtime.  Showtime opted to dump MOH as prettier girls such as Dexter and Weeds [1] began actually making people aware of the network’s existence.  NBC then picked up the series as a companion to their other fictional horror show, MSNBC.

fearitselfsacrifice03Little things matter.  Usually little things matter correspondingly little; but you never know. Thus, it was not taken as a good omen that the packaging for the series was among the worst in history, or at least since the Homer’s Head season of the Simpsons.  Or, really, any season of Herman’s Head.[2]  But, I digress.

The Outside:  The probably-sounded-good-at-the-4:30-on-Friday-meeting case consists of a rounded 3D plastic tombstone with a 3D skeleton molded into it.  This slides down into a little cardboard sleeve which has the episodes listed on the inside.  Some probably like this design, but I like my DVD cases like my women — flat on top.  No, wait.

fearitselfsacrifice04The Inside:  Opening the case creates two disappointments.  The first is immediate as a little black rubber ring falls out onto your lap and rolls under the desk behind the power-strip where it is difficult to reach and you realize how long it has been since you vacuumed (your yardage may vary).  This is used to protect the the facing DVDs from scratching each other — that would be the double-sided flipper DVDs with no listing of the Titles on them.

The Content:  Again, a couple of issues.  First, the menu screen loads and runs for an interminable 45 seconds before listing the episodes.  First, why are these animated screens on DVDs even a thing, much less often touted as a feature?  For our 45 second investment, we get a wet window with FEAR ITSELF fingered into the condensation, and not much else.  Second, when you see the titles, ya might think the episodes would be in the order aired.  But no — remove disc one, flip it to play side 2 for the premiere.  And WTF — 2 episodes per side?  They could have gone for 4 per side and actually put snazzy episode listings on one side.  Based on the crummy resolution, they had plenty giga-acres of space available.  However, credit where it is due — this is the rare horror series to instill me with a sense of dread even before it started.

On the other hand, I must say the first episode is pretty awesome.

fearitselfsacrifice09The very first shot is simple but feels perfect — a nicely composed muddy road with the remains of a snowstorm still piled on the sides.  An SUV roars by carrying the brain-trust of Point, Lemon, Diego and Navarro.  Lemon is taking care of the injured Navarro in the back seat.  Telling Diego to stop smoking like a chimney might have helped.  We are left to put the pieces together, but it is pretty clear that they had a Reservoir Dog Day Afternoon — just with a lot more flannel.

The SUV jolts and grinds to a stop.  Point and Diego get out and see what appears to be the vehicle’s drive shaft lying in the mud a few yards back.  They see smoke on the horizon, so begin walking across a large snowy field to seek help.  As Navarro can’t walk, they pack him into a canoe and drag it with them — sadly, there is no scene of them running the rapids in a travois.  This is forgivable, however, as we get some great Fargo-esque shots of them trekking through the snow.  The camera draws back to show a figure with a rifle watching them.

fearitselfsacrifice14After a few interesting shots of Lemon dragging the canoe across the snow, they arrive at an old fort.  Again, the show exceeds expectations — this is not only a great, substantial wooden fort, it has an unsettling array of animal horns and antlers plastered across its face.  As with every show I’ve watched for this blog, the men have no hesitation in opening the door and walking right in.

They find 3 hot blonde sisters living at the fort.  Chelsea stitches up Navarro’s wound; also his mouth.  The smoking hot Virginia lures Diego into a barn where she promptly tricks him into falling down a well — but one o’ them wells with an iron door which she closes against his protests.

Point and Lemon are treated to a meal by the Chelsea and the mute Tara.  Things start going off the rails as Point discovers Navarro’s body which now also features a stake through the heart.  Also, he finds a man chained in the same room as bait for a creature.  The creature then finds Diego in the well.

fearitselfsacrifice20Virginia, quite the little Rambo, then manages to whack Lemon in the head and string him up by his feet.  Point finds a room full of license plates hanging by strings.  The girls have been luring men, and not in the good way.  What appeared to be pieces that had fallen off the truck were actually junk left in the road by the girls to force stranded travelers to their fort.  As long as they feed the creature, it will stay within the fort and not go out into the world.  That is the titular sacrifice the girls have made.

There are a few problems with the story.  The production is so well-designed and some of the performances are so good, though, that it doesn’t matter.  Guns, a vampire, rolling heads, fire, and a heartbreaking twist.  What more could you want?

No time was sacrificed in the viewing of this episode.

fearitselfsacrifice22Post-Post:

  • [1] To be fair, Stargate was also in its 27th season at the time.
  • [2] Again, to be fair, I recall Herman’s Head being a pretty good show.  I just couldn’t think of any other shows with Head in the title.
  • Lemon went on to play Todd on Breaking Bad.
  • Filmed at Fort Edmonton Park in Canada.
  • Based on The Lost Herd which is available here.  The episode follows the short story in only the most superficial ways.  There is a fort occupied by three women, and some dudes show up.  The names of 2 men — cowboys in the story — are the same; Joplin is inexplicably changed to Navarro.  Maybe screenwriter Mick Garris prefers alternative rock to ragtime.  Whatever he was listening to when he did the adaptation, it worked because he made an iffy story into a very good episode.

The short story pales in comparison to the episode, but even standing alone it has problems. If I dare indulge in some kettle-shaming, the writing just isn’t very good.

  • A 30-year old woman is described a “a girl with the experience of a woman.”  Upon seeing her, one of the cowboys “wrapped his hands around his saddle horn.”
  • Virginia is described as “thin” but later is said to be built for comfort rather than speed.  That is a jarringly anachronistic phrase to use in a story set in the old west.  But then, as speed at the time was represented by a horse, maybe comfort would equal thin.
  • Chelsea is described as heavier than her sister, but later Ray’s hand “could almost wrap itself completely around the soft top of her leg.”  And even for the thin sister, that would be anorexically thin.
  • Chelsea reaches inside Ray’s pants and says, “If you loosen my pistols, I’ll loosen yours.”  What could that even mean?
  • Ray rips open Chelsea’s shirt and “her skin was cleaner under the clothesline, as if the material had protected her from the dirt.”  That does seem to fall within the job description of clothing.  And the use of clothesline as if it were like timberline is distracting.
  • I keep rereading the last 3 lines of the story and can’t make sense of them.  But then I never could figure out the last line of Stephen King’s version of The Mist either.  Maybe it’s just me.