The boyfriend of a nightclub artiste hires a black leopard as publicity for his girlfriend. Unfortunately the leopard escapes and savages a young woman to death, and then more women are found dead, but it seems that the leopard may not be to blame for all the deaths.
A not especially scary horror with some screaming that wasn't enough to scare the film's audience.
Grave robbing in early 1830s Edinburgh and the doctors and students who depend on this illicit supply of corpses because of a shortage of bodies from which to learn anatomy, it's all here, with a fabulous performance from Boris Karloff as Gray the grave robber who doesn't mind where his bodies come from, or if he has to make them dead. A lovely 1940s horror film that helps remind us of how difficult it was to learn about the human body in the past.
Dear Mr. Tarantino,
I rather enjoyed your film, but that's because I had been warned that it was much too long, gratuitously violent, and that the n-word was used everywhere it could be and then some. The story was a great adventure, I was never going to drop off in the middle of it even though it would have been less flabby if you had trimmed ¾ of an hour off it. I'm not sure that your film is the…