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In my childhood days of horror film fandom, when home video was not even on the horizon (and the idea of being able to carry around a library of thousands of movies in your pocket would have been impossible to articulate, even as a fantasy), I experienced horror films almost exclusively as still images in books and magazines. Those atmospheric, frozen moments led my imagination to imagine almost all the film as a Gothic phantasmagoria.
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Black Pit of Dr. M (1959) is as if my imagined versions of black-and-white horror films had been reified. It has everything: mad science, monkey’s paw bargains, séances, ghosts, obsession, asylums and madness, undead shambling and acid disfigurement. Truly, just about everything one could wish for and more, coming together with whirlwind pace, and giving us a Mexico as delightfully fog-shrouded as Cornwall.
A wonderfully rich Gothic banquet.
