I had recorded it and watched Saturday morning just to see his crazed performance at the end in front of the kangaroo court. Pound for pound, he must have been the scariest man on earth back then.
I had forgotten how horrifying the opening 15 or so minutes are with the anguished mother waiting for her little daughter to come home from school — even if you had no idea what the film was about, you knew she’d never come home. It was enough to make you sick.
Lorre must have just electrified audiences all over the world considering “talkies” were little more than a novelty in 1930 after more than a decade of stilted and mechanical acting seen in silent flicks.
I love TCM. Who needs psychedelics when you’ve got The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari and Nosferatu? Or Metropolis? Most of the Weimar-era movies are worth watching several times.
Btw, my grandsons think Harold Lloyd films are the GOAT!