Review of Horrors of the Black Museum

Call me crazy(and many do!)...I have a thing if you will for Michael Gough - the Third-rate Horror King! Konga! Black Zoo! Horror Hospital! Berserk! Trog! Satan's Slave! He did these - and a few more - whilst being a proper, mainstream British actor. He really did have quite an amazing career. Here again, Gough overacts his way as a crippled author way too interested in some murders in Londoin involving weapons he knows are in the police's infamous arsenal of murder weapons - their Black Museum. Watching Gough oil his way through scenes, bark out orders or diatribes about some silly nonsense, accentuate his crippled affectation, or just leer or look condescendingly on some poor unfortunate person make this film work for me. Made in 1959 the film does have some grizzly murders: a pair of murderous binoculars. A bedroom mini-guillotine. Fantastically large ice tongs. The murders are, for the time, quite bloody. Producer Herman Cohen, who would work on many of the above films with Gough, always knew how to put a good show on for the audience. This film is no different. As always in these films, the acting far exceeds my expectations. Gough is Gough. He is the film's main attraction in my opinion. You just got to love that voice and that bi-colored hair! But the supporting players are all very decent with Geoffrey Keene doing a very serviceable job as a police inspector. He was in many of the Bond pictures post 1970. Gerald Anderson is good as a physician. Grahmn Curnow is interesting as Gough's murderous assistant. Not great mind you. Then there is June Cunningham as Gough's mistress. First, let us say that she is sexy. Very sexy. Blonde. Buxom. What more could you want? If you said nothing more, then good because that is exactly what you get. Cannot act at all. But the scene where she belittles Gough is a great scene just for the humor - mostly unintended and its sleazy aspects. What about the scene where she mugs for the camera shamelessly dancing by herself. It was very, very funny. Now, we come to what was the most painful aspect of the film. The 13 minute Hypnovision lecture by eminent hypnotist Emile Frachel. He is long-winded, boring, and repetitive. I was almost hypnotized to turn the film off. The only thing I saw at all in the subsequent film that dealt with Hypnovision was the ways some scenes would fade with red, because we were taught in that 13 minute opus that colors mean certain things. YAWN! Anyway, I enjoyed this film. It is better than some might have you think. It is fun and entertaining. It has Michael Gough. He may not have been one of the mainstream horror icons, but he has a place there in my heart and memory.