I Just Watched This: "DEAD MAN'S EYES" (1944)
After sympathetic star turns early in his career in films dramatic (OF MICE AND MEN) and horrific (THE WOLF MAN), Lon Chaney Jr. made the jump to being a questionable leading man in a series of film adaptations of the popular INNER SANCTUM radio show.
Universal produced a total of six B-budgeted thrillers under the Inner Sanctum banner, each starring the beefy but handsome Chaney in a stand-alone story that dealt with murder and mystery in a tangentially fantastic or supernatural way. DEAD MAN'S EYES, directed by Reginald LeBorg, was third in the series.
Chaney's character is an up-and-coming painter, and as the pic opens, he is seen working on what promises to be his breakthrough piece: a dynamic portrait of his exotic assistant Tanya, dressed as a gypsy and clutching a tambourine. Tanya (played by the unusually-named Acquanetta) is crushing on Chaney, but he's spoken for in the person of Heather (Jean Parker), a socialite who comes fully loaded with a wealthy, doting businessman father.
While shuffling through Chaney's cabinets, Tanya is seen to (intentionally?) move some bottles around, causing Chaney to accidentally use photographic acid in place of eye wash, rendering him blind. Heather's rich dad graciously offers, upon his own death, to be a cornea donor for Chaney. Of course, the dad ends up murdered before long, leading to much investigation, finger-pointing, and drawing-room drama.
The titular idea--that having a dead man's eyes in your head, and seeing through them, is kind of given a cursory play in the story, and is really not even the point of the show. That's a shame, because other films like THE HANDS OF ORLAC or the more recent BODY PARTS have addressed this idea to great dramatic effect. Would someone else's body have an effect on your own if transplanted, especially something as personal and vital as the eyes through which you see the world? But no, DEAD MAN'S EYES uses the transplant as a very basic springboard for a love-quadrangle/murder mystery story, one that it delivers pretty clumsily at that. (In addition to the Chaney, there are two additional male suitors in the story who are in the mix for the ladies' affections.)
A banal story can be exciting if presented well, but the pictures fails on that angle too. The brief, 64-minute run time is excessively talky; in fact there are several scenes of action which play out in front of the viewer, only to be recounted in the film by one character to another minutes later. This is equivalent of sitting through the same scene twice, and, boy, does it feel like it. Also, a diversionary subplot of a character stealing the container of eyes before they reach the patient is brought up and resolved in about 2 minutes worth of screen time--what was the point of that?
The final strike against the film is its air of cheapness. It's a depressingly set-bound affair, with locations like Chaney's studio or the local hospital represented by a sparsely-appointed corner of two false walls. For me, when a film's cheapness shows through like that, I am disinclined to give it the benefit of the doubt and be lenient in my opinion of it. A cheap film that's dynamic and spirited? I'll stick with it. One that's creaky, lazy, and unoriginal? Makes me dislike it right even more.
Parker and Chaney with Jonathan Hale
Chaney is fashionably groomed and outfitted for his part, and gives an able effort toward selling the plight of his character, but veers into histrionics quite a bit. Some of that may be the acting style of the day, or the lack of good direction; it also may be that Chaney is in over his head in a very trying role. The supporting players are uniformly average with the exception of Acquanetta as Tanya, who is, uh, very bad. The history of the actress with the unusual stage name is fraught with mystery--was she an exotic Venezuelan as she claimed, or a Carolina-born American with Arapaho roots named Mildred Davenport, as other sources suggest? Either way, she was a movie star because of her dark and mysterious beauty, not for her line readings. Her performance here is pretty much scene-stoppingly bad.
I wouldn't recommend DEAD MAN'S EYES to anyone other than Universal Horror or Chaney Jr. fanatics. Without those allegainces, the casual viewer will surely be disappointed, or more accurately, very bored.
DEAD MAN'S EYES: 4/10 stars. Available on DVD and, as of this writing, to view at YouTube.