This is one of these fantastic early 1930's RKO 'horror' films that used to be shown on TV here in the UK late on Saturday nights when as a wee lad you could stay up and be slightly scared by the atmospheric creepiness inherent in these stagey old black and white thrillers.
In subsequent years I saw the film on tape at the end of some slighly inebraited evenings and it began to take on a another life as a friend and myself amused ourselves and irritated many others by reciting the Count's choice lines. Lines made all the more remarkable by Leslie Banks 'eccentric' accent which despite Zaroff supposedly hailing from Russia seemed to be some strange hybrid of Scottish Western Isles and Welsh!
"you must forgive Ivan, like most of my Countrymen he is a bit of a savage"
"I became expert in the use of the Tartare warbow"
"what I needed was not a new passion, but a new animal..."
"hunt first the animal, then the woman..."
All delivered in a breezy, coversational style that was genuinely scary.
Add to this Fay Wray's screaming Damsel in distress, Robert Armstrong's turn as the pickled (in more ways than one!) brother and Joel McRea's very 1930's clean cut hero, and Zaroff's menacing servants, you've got one of the most entertaining 65 minutes in screen history.
In subsequent years I saw the film on tape at the end of some slighly inebraited evenings and it began to take on a another life as a friend and myself amused ourselves and irritated many others by reciting the Count's choice lines. Lines made all the more remarkable by Leslie Banks 'eccentric' accent which despite Zaroff supposedly hailing from Russia seemed to be some strange hybrid of Scottish Western Isles and Welsh!
"you must forgive Ivan, like most of my Countrymen he is a bit of a savage"
"I became expert in the use of the Tartare warbow"
"what I needed was not a new passion, but a new animal..."
"hunt first the animal, then the woman..."
All delivered in a breezy, coversational style that was genuinely scary.
Add to this Fay Wray's screaming Damsel in distress, Robert Armstrong's turn as the pickled (in more ways than one!) brother and Joel McRea's very 1930's clean cut hero, and Zaroff's menacing servants, you've got one of the most entertaining 65 minutes in screen history.
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