Marty Supreme

 The "Marty" in Josh Safdie's 2025 Marty Supreme is self-evidently Marty Scorsese, a director whose fingerprints and influence are visible in every frame of this picture.  Simply put, Marty Supreme is the Raging Bull of ping-pong or table tennis movies.  This is a little hard to comprehend and, I admit, I wasn't enthused about seeing this picture since it is ostensibly about ping-pong, a mild activity that people play in their basements for genteel amusement.  In fact, Marty Supreme is a raw, bare-knuckled narrative about gangsters and poverty -- the film is shockingly violent and seems to have been made in a kind of feverish frenzy.  

Set in 1952, the film explores the ethnic slums of Manhattan's Lower East Side, a kind of ghetto full of aggressive, hustling Jews whose businesses are tribal -- the workers in these little airless shops are all relatives, uncles and in-laws.  Marty Mauser (Timothee Chalamet ) is selling shoes and banging his married girlfriend back in the inventory stacks.  She gets pregnant and Mauser decamps to London where he is enrolled, as it were, in an international tennis tournament.  The contrast between the genteel, aristocratic sportsmanship and noblesse oblige of the tournaments and the hard-edged Yiddish milieu of the Lowe East Side where everyone is always yelling obscenities at everyone else is central and thematic to the film.  Marty almost wins the tournament but is defeated by a deaf Japanese player Endo (he lost hs hearing in the great Tokyo Air Raid) whose use of spin overpowers Marty's brute power approach to the sport.  When Marty loses, he pitches a fit and throws a waste paper basket, earning him a 1500 dollar fine from the tournament sponsors and the international association.  This fine will be the central catalyst for the action in the last two-thirds of the movie.  Marty is brash and self-confident although he's only 23.  He seduces a much older Hollywood actress, now unhappily retired, just to show that no woman can successfully resist his charms and blandishments.  The older actress played by Gwyneth Paltrow is married to a successful businessman who makes pens and Marty courts him, as well, hoping he will sponsor his table tennis career.  In London, Marty also spends like a sailor and incurs huge debts, lodging in imperial-sized hotel rooms full of lavish art and furniture.  

Marty is desperate for another shot at defeating Endo and tries to raise money for a trip to Tokyo.  He gets into a bad scrape with a hideous gangster.  In a flophouse hotel, where Marty is hiding from his pregnant girlfriend and her cuckolded husband, Marty takes a bath.  The bathtub falls through the floor and crushes the gangster, almost cutting off his arm and injuring the thug's loyal dog.  The hoodlum tells Marty to take his dog to the vet.  Marty's girlfriend has been beaten by her husband and has a swollen face and black eye. (Marty later bludgeons the husband with one of his bronze table-tennis trophies.)  They go to the house of a friend, a fat business associate who is helping Marty to hawk "Marty Supreme" orange-colored ping pong balls.  There's a big fight there and Marty appropriates his uncle's car (the fat guy is Marty's cousin) and with his girlfriend they go to a bowling alley in New Jersey where Marty sandbags the local table tennis champs and, by virtue of side bets, makes $1500 dollars to pay off the fine so he can enter the Tokyo tournament.  Marty still has the gangster's longsuffering pooch with him and has no intent in taking the dog to a vet.  The aggrieved table tennis gamblers from the bowling alley chase Marty in their pickup trucks and there's another big fight -- this results in a gas station being set on fire and exploding.  The gangster's dog runs away, darting through the smoke from the blast.  Marty has lost the money to the thugs who knock him around and take the cash.  So he goes back to Manhattan and decides to blackmail his movie-star girlfriend who is trying to make a comeback on Broadway courtesy of her husband's money financing a production of some sort of Tennessee Williams play featuring a young cock of a method actor modeled on Marlon Brando.  He has sex with the actress and steals her necklace that seems to be set with diamonds.  Unfortunately, it's just costume jewelry and worthless.  Marty then makes a Faustian bargain with the actress' husband.  If the husband will finance his trip to Tokyo, Marty agrees to play an exhibition game with his nemesis Endo and commits to throwing the game in Endo's favor so that the businessman can curry favor with the ping-pong mad Japanese public. (The businessman, Rockwell, plans to corner the Japanese pen market).  Marty's pregnant girlfriend tries to extort money from the gangster saying that she is holding his dog for ransom.  This is a bad idea and leads to the gangster stabbing some people.  The gangster, then, takes Marty and his girlfriend to Jersey where Marty says he can find the dog.  In fact, Marty knows the dog has been seized by a hillbilly farmer who is heavily armed himself and ready to defend his property.  The gangsters attack the hillbilly to get the dog and there's a shootout that leaves all the hoodlums dead as well as the farmer -- the dog flees again.  Marty has insulted the businessman (played with sinister aplomb by Kevin O'Leary of Shark Tank) and the pen merchant refuses to give him any funds.  Marty's actress girlfriend has been humiliated herself -- the reviews for her comeback performance are awful and we last see her weeping with her female friends in her big Manhattan townhouse.  (She has earlier given Marty a valuable necklace but when the two of them get caught having sex in Central Park, they are blackmailed by some corrupt cops and she has to buy her way out of the scandal by giving the police the diamond necklace.)  Marty finally has to plead with Rockwell to take him to Tokyo.  Again, Rockwell exacts a price in humiliation -- he makes Marty drop his trousers and spanks him on the bare butt with a ping-pong paddle.  This sets the stage for Marty to travel to Tokyo where he is supposed to lose the match with Endo.  And, of course, after the manner of all sports movies, there is a climactic table tennis duel for real stakes between Endo and Marty.

The movie is made with great craft, lots of whiplash camera movements and writhing violent tableaux.  The faces and figures of everyone in the movie are East Coast ethnic, dumpy, slovenly, people with huge hooked noses, and slatternly women -- it looks like the extras from Raging Bull, presumably all dead now, have been resurrected for this movie.  The film is a sort of raucous comedy and, in fact, features a specious redemption scene in which Marty weeps over his infant son -- in the frenzied and violent last half of the movie Marty's pregnant girlfriend gets shot and, then, delivers her baby after the gun battle over the dog.  Oddly enough, the movie's sound cues feature old Doo-wop and crooner tunes from fifties and 1980's pop songs -- it's an odd combination but it works well.

Marty Supreme is exhausting to watch, but it's wildly inventive and brilliantly acted and made.  There are some staggering visuals.  In one scene, Marty's obese cousin hurls a box of Marty Supreme orange ping pong balls out a window and we see hundreds of them bouncing on the street.  Another scene features a completely gratuitous but extremely moving flashback to a concentration camp.  A former Auschwitz survivor, now a washed-up table tennis professional, persuades Marty to travel with the Harlem Globetrotters giving exhibition matches at half-time.  (They play pingpong on a miniature table, with pots and pans, and, even, with a seal who uses his flippers to bat back the ball.)  The Auschwitz survivor in the flashback to the camp finds some honey when he is defusing shells in a woods.  He smears his body under his ragged camp uniform with honey and lets the starving men in his barracks lick the honey off his body.  It's a strangely powerful and sacramental image that has nothing to do with the film but which is intensely memorable.  

Pagliacci (Minnesota Opera - May 16, 2026)

 Pagliacci is an opera by Ruggero Leoncavallo, premiered in 1892.  The production by the Minnesota Opera company that I saw has been inherited from Britain's Glimmerglass Festival.  The show is an exploration of the blurring between reality and fiction that occurs on the stage of Comedia dell' Arte production performed by an itinerant troupe of traveling players.  Although characterized as the type of a verismo opera, that is "slice of life" realism, the show is designed to also exploit archaic theatrical effects and stylized forms of acting -- the effect is a melange of realistic elements combined with overtly theatrical and broad effects within the play within a play.  There are aspects of the work that bring to mind Luigi Pirandello's Six Actors in Search of an Author.

The first act is about fifty minutes and establishes the situation.  There is a brief framing prologue.  Tonio is recalling the tragedy that occurred on stage 40 years ago.  He's exploring a sort of warehouse full of wagons and props once used by the troupe of traveling players of which he was a member.  A lonesome train whistle hoots in the distance and the characters in the show appear as ghostly presences.  Tonio, played in this production by a large, heavy set Black man, dons a resplendent red jacket with brass buttons and, then, reminds the audience that the actors that we see on stage are flesh and blood people, just like those watching the show from their seats in the theater.  The opera's narrative commences with introducing the characters.  Canio is the jealous and violent husband of Nedda.  She is flirtatious and high-spirited, but also the mother of a strange, sad little boy whom we see near her.  (The child introduces performances by blowing on a horn.) Tonio desires Nedda and, in fact, tries to rape her.  The scene is graphic with the hulking Tonio pushing Nedda onto a barrel or sawhorse, pulling her legs apart and trying to press himself between her thighs.  She pulls a small gun from Tonio's pocket, brandishes it, and forces his retreat.  Tonio has been joking with Canio that he would like to spend time with his wife alone, taunting Canio into a frenzy of jealousy.  After Tonio has been vanquished, Nedda's actual lover, Silvio, appears, a dapper young man in a vanilla-colored coat.  The two pledge their love and Silvio plots with Nedda to extract her from her unhappy marriage to the cuckolded Canio.,  

During the much shorter second act, the itinerant performers put on a comedia dell'arte skit casting Nedda as the coquettish and unfaithful Columbine, Canio as Columbine's husband, and Harlequin played by Beppe, another member of the company, as Columbine's lover.  Canio becomes increasingly incensed when he observes Nedda (as Columbine) flirting with Beppe.  He loses his grip on reality and takes the action in the skit for further evidence of Nedda's infidelity.  In a fit of jealousy, he uses the gun Nedda took from Tonio to shoot her to death.  Silvio, Nedda's actual lover, rushes on-stage to provide assistance to the wounded Nedda.  This exposes him as Nedda's paramour and Canio guns him down also.  Tonio, in his resplendent red and gold jacket, stares at the scene of carnage and utters the opera's last line:  La commedia a finita! -- this famous line is usually spoken by Canio, but here is sung by Tonio, completing the loop with the opening scene set forty years later.  

The scenario is simple with archetypal elements.  We are presented with a frame story set in the warehouse full of abandoned properties, a sordid story of marital infidelity and a story within a story that presents a grotesque parody of the actual dilemma in the plot -- this is the comedia dell'arte show presented for the public by the traveling players.  The music is only rarely memorable and mostly just sighs and thunder from the orchestra to underline the action.  The set is very complex with the stage crowded with two circus-wagons (one of which serves as the stage), various props, bits of furniture and neon-lit letters each about three feet tall that spell, if properly assembled "comedia".  There is a large chorus, too many people to fit on the congested stage, and so the chorus often ranges through the audience in the aisles of the theater.  Ordinarily, the domestic violence in the show is accomplished with knives -- here, the show is staged as an example of gun-violence run amuck.  The acting in the play within the play, the comedia skit, is very broad and relies on pratfalls and colorful clown costumes.  The most notable feature of the opera is the tortured performance by the witness to the violence and the would be rapist, Tonio.  This element of the show seems designed to make the audience cringe -- Tonio as played by the jolly and obese African American, Reginald Smith Jr. has a minstrel show aspect, he grins mindlessly, connives, and rolls his eyes.  The rape scene caused people in the audience to gasp out loud -- this monstrous gorilla of a Black man menacing a petite White girl.  As I left the theater, I saw Smith on the street corner outside, his white shirt untucked, leering at the passers-by, and was a little alarmed by the strange spectacle -- it was as if the actor had also lost his moorings in reality.  

I think the show should end with someone in the confused audience clapping reluctantly at the carnage on stage and, then, the rest of the chorus joining in that acclamation.  After all, how can we be sure what is real and what is merely staged?  

Odds Against Tomorrow

 HarBel is the name of the production company founded by Harry Belafonte around 1959 to make the movie Odds Against Tomorrow, a pungent little heist picture.  Belafonte had become rich, flashing his million watt grin and singing calypso songs.  By 1959, after acting in Carmen Jones, Belafonte was hoping to broaden his range by becoming a movie star.  He hired Abraham Polonsky, the blacklisted director of 1948's Force of Evil, to write (under a pseudonym) Odd Against Tomorrow, based on a recent novel.  Robert Wise was engaged to direct the movie.  Wise is known today as a avuncular Hollywood liberal who edited Welles' Citizen Kane and directed The Sound of Music and West Side Story.  But as a young man, he made some notable noirs including a well-received picture starring the monstrous Lawrence Tierney in Born to Kill and directed Robert Mitchum in Blood on the Moon as well as the iconic boxing picture The Set-Up.  Accordingly, he had all the credentials to make a serviceable crime picture and, in fact, Odds Against Tomorrow is successful and compelling in those terms.  A little less successful is the implied plea against racism embodied in the clash between a White bigot played by Robert Ryan with a snarl on his face and Harry Belafonte, performing against type, as a hair trigger Black man with his own form of bigotry.  This part of the picture seems a bit contrived, but, generally, works well enough so as not to be offensive.  The movie is bleak and grim, shot on locations that have the debauched appearance of rural and small town desuetude.  No one's tending the store in these ruinous places and the picture looks like a cross between Elia Kazan (On the Waterfront) and the ultra-tough film noir directed by Don Siegel and Anthony Mann.  Another obvious influence is John Huston's The Asphalt Jungle made nine years earlier.  

The premise of the film is that an ex-cop who has served time for contempt (apparently a refusal to rat out his equally corrupt colleagues) is recruiting a team for a heist at a bank in a backwater named Melton a hundred miles north of Manhattan in New York State.  The cop lives in a hotel in Harlem and, after some misadventures, he enlists Harry Belafonte playing the role of a Calypso singer with a jazz combo and Robert Ryan, a bitter veteran of World War II and an avowed racist.  In the opening scene, Ryan's character (Earle Slater) picks up little Black girl playing on the sidewalk at the cop's place and calls her a little "pickaninny" -- his racial discourse goes down from there.  Belafonte's character, Johnny Ingram, despises Earle and, of course, the feeling is mutual.  However, Ingram has to be Black because the scheme for the robbery involves busting into a Bank when a colored counter-man delivers, as he does every Thursday night, a meal to the workers doing overtime in the Bank -- they are counting money for deposit from corporate employers who are going to make payroll in cash on Friday.  The scheme developed by the cop (played by the enthusiastic and depraved Ed Begley) is implicitly racist.  It seems to rely on the notion that the White Bank officers won't be able to distinguish the lightly disguised Johnny Ingram from the actual Black counterman who delivers the meal each Thursday.  The African-American cafe worker is essentially an invisible man, known only by his color, and, therefore, thought to be fungible with Belafonte's character.  

Of course, the scheme goes awry, primarily because of the racial hatred between Earle and Johnny.  The two men, both armed, end up hunting one another through tank farm full of volatile fluids with predictable dire results.  The movie is mildly didactic.  A couple of nonchalant coppers looking at the charred remains of the two protagonists asks:  "Which is which?"  The other cop shrugs his shoulders:  "Who knows?"  The White man and his Black counterpart are indistinguishable in death.  The theme that racial hatred leads to mutually assured destruction in a towering fireball sparks some ill-advised (to my mind) allusions to the nuclear bomb and the arm's race.  There is a subtext of nuclear holocaust in the film that seems somewhat non sequitur -- a sop apparently to those who want to find a meaning in the picture but might reject the implication that racial animus is unwarranted; after all, the movie was made in 1959, before the March on Selma.  

The picture is full of interesting characters.  Earle is sleeping with a sad, somewhat bedraggled prostitute or call girl, played by the hapless Shelley Winters.  This poor actress was always playing women who were pretty but not that desirable -- she gets dumped in favor of Elizabeth Taylor in An American Tragedy; she gets rejected in favor of Sue Lyons, playing her own daughter in Stanley Kubrick's Lolita.  In this picture, Winters' character is desperately clinging to Earle who is brusque, brutish, and not that great of a catch.  Furthermore, in a puzzling little interlude in the middle of the film, Earle seduces (or gets seduced by) his downstairs neighbor, another desperate woman who speaks as if she's full of lithium, seems to be mentally ill, and who comes to see him in a house dress that  can be easily pulled open to display her lacy black brassiere -- if I'm not mistaken, this part is played by Gloria Graham who was, at the time, Nick Ray's wife and, apparently, having sex with his teenage son.  Johnny Ingram has a sexy barroom girlfriend and an ex-wife.  The ex-wife is an upright righteous woman who still loves the disreputable Johnny and seems willing to tumble for him if the opportunity is right.  When he comes to drop off his son whom he has taken to the park and zoo, she's hosting a meeting of the local PTA in her small apartment, consorting, Johnny later says, with the "ofays", a word I haven't heard for years.  Johnny,  who is no saint, accuses her of not being Black enough.  Johnny is in hock to a mean loan shark named Bacco; it's interesting that Bacco has a henchman who is obviously gay although in an insinuating sinister manner.  There's a stationwagon that's equipped with a super-duper high-powered engine.  This is something of a cheat because the stationwagon never is used as a get-away car.  

This is a good picture, notable mostly for the documentary style photography of New York City and the down-at-the-heels environs of Melton, New York.  Some of the camera work looks like Walker Evans.

I was born, but....

Released in 1932, Yasujiro Ozu's I was born but... is a silent film, ostensibly about children living in the Tokyo suburbs.  During the year that it premiered I was born but... was listed as Japan's best film by the  influential Kinema Junpo film magazine.  The feature was something like Ozu's 24th movie, almost all of which have been lost.  It's presently regarded as Ozu's first masterpiece, although filmed in an exuberant style that is quite different from his famous post-war family dramas.  Ozu obviously liked the picture because he remade it years later.  Ozu is such a strong filmmaker that we can't be sure it was his first masterpiece -- there may have been one or more silent features that preceded this picture that are masterworks.  Today, no one knows.  

The movie's plot is inconsequential:  two brothers move with their family to the suburbs.  They are bullied by a gang of neighbor kids.  At first, they are afraid to attend school for fear of being humiliated and beaten up there.  So they play hooky and grade their calligraphy exercises to pretend that they have earned "E's" -- that is, for "Excellence."  They are found-out and ordered to attend school --in fact, their father a salaryman employed by a corporation walks them to school.  At their father's workplace, rows of men scribble notes on pads of paper, answer phones, and yawn repeatedly.  The work is dull but, apparently, well-paid.  The big boss is eccentric, an amateur 16 mm. filmmaker who is constantly perusing rolls of celluloid with a bottle of scotch on his desk.  Sometimes, the big boss gives the father a ride home in his stately black sedan.  The boys who were previously bullied have now become bullies themselves and one of the kids they order around is the boss's son; he wears a black suit on which dust and dirt show when he pushed down on the ground.  One evening, the boss's son invites the boys over to his home for a family movie night.  The boss is screening some of his home movies.  In one of them, the boy's father is featured making funny faces and grotesque gestures.  Everyone laughs uproariously except the two boys.  They are ashamed of their father.  That night, the boys throw books around and make a mess, ostentatiously denouncing their father as a "weakling" and a "failure".  After rather mildly spanking the elder boy, the old man retreats to the kitchen where he sits morosely, hunched over and smoking a cigarette tucked in the side of his mouth while drinking booze.  The tempest concluded the boys fall asleep.  The next morning, the boys decide to mount a hunger-strike but their mother makes rice balls, apparently something of a delicacy and the boys are tempted, succumb to temptation, and, finally, eat alongside their father.  The two boys continue to mistreat the boss's son but, in the end, they become friendly with him and there is a rapprochement between the kids.  In closing shots, we see the three boys with a arms around each other's shoulders walking along a dismal, unfinished suburban lane.  The conflict between the boys and their father is very slight and readily resolved -- it's a mild crisis and, in hands less skillful than Ozu, the picture would simply blow away in the slightest breeze.  Ozu gives the picture gravitas by his consummate framing, camera placement, and lateral tracking motions executed by his camera.  

A principal character in the movie is the suburban location where the movie is shot.  I know this setting from two separate sources.  First, the vacant lots, half-finished construction sites, muddy lanes, and bungalows lined up on treeless avenues are all familiar to me from old Laurel and Hardy two-reelers -- many of those movies are filmed in cheerless housing tracts obviously under construction in which there are crews of pugnacious laborers, half-built houses, and empty barren places full of debris and deep puddles of water.  I also know this environment from my own childhood.  When I was in elementary school, the neighborhood where I lived was under construction, a wonderful playground with big vacant lots, empty fields running down to new tracts of small houses being built, mud-pits, and houses being framed and, nearby, a major construction site where big earthmovers and paving crews were building the freeway through the northern suburbs, the belt-line four-lane 694 through New Brighton.  Our toys were stolen two-by-fours, shingles, buckets of nails and we spent hours digging in house-high mounds of dirt thrown up around muddy basement excavations where concrete blocks were precariously stacked on white cement footings.  There were fascinating bugs, small ponds in the fields, millions of frogs and salamanders and lots of dogs roaming around.  In those days, families were big, and, as in Ozu's movie, mobs of kids roamed the construction sites and the fields alternately fighting with one another and forming alliances.  In Ozu's movie, the Tokyo suburbs are an uncanny wasteland through which electric street cars hustle back and forth on railroad tracks guarded by wooden gates.  Utility poles are prominent in Ozu's compositions, forming long perspectives along muddy lanes.  (In an early shot, we see the utility poles with one of them leaning against another, an image for the two boys but, also, education to the eye -- we are being shown that we should look closely at the patterns and alignments the poles make.) In several scenes, we see houses under construction in the background and people ride through shots on bicycles.  The street cars pose an ever-present hazard -- they seem to run right through the backyard of the small house where the protagonists live. Ozu equates the monotony of salary-man work with the regimentation at school by using matching tracking shots along columns of bored office workers and school boys.  The children have odd quirks.  The two boys carry their lunch, wrapped in white paper, atop their hats.  The kids are always placing things on each other's heads.  Bullies threaten by menacingly raising a fist in the air.  The adults are distracted and absent and there is a complete absence of little girls in the movie:  this is a world dominated by gangs of eight and ten-year old boys.  (In fact, there are very few women in the movie, just the boy's mother and one or two secretaries at the office.)  The boys raid sparrow nests, crack the eggs, and slurp up their contents raw, thinking that this will give them strength.  This means that ladders are always precariously leaning against houses where birds have made their nests in the gutters.  Dogs are tied in the backyard, right next to the train tracks.  When a bully demands subservience, he twists his fingers into a talismanic sign and his victim must immediately lie down in the dirt and, then, remain there until he is allowed to rise, this signal provided by recondite hand gestures that look a bit like a devout Catholic crossing himself.  The kids are middle class, but their parents live in straitened circumstances --  on pay day, the wives are happy and the boys tell the beer deliveryman, who totes bottles of beer on his bike, that their mother will have the money to buy six bottles, thereby, earning the thanks of the delivery man who, then, intimidates one of the bullies threatening them.  The movie is very slight, but probably one of the best pictures ever made about childhood and, despite its trivial content, very engaging.  

Experiment Perilous

 The villain in Jacques Tourneur's 1944 Experiment Perilous is born a murderer, at least so he says as an explanation for his perfidy.  Nick Bederaux's mother died in childbirth and, shortly thereafter, his father committed suicide by leaping off a ship, the Queen of Brazil.  In the course of Tourneur's period melodrama (the action takes place in New York City in 1903), Bederaux kills a few more people less circuitously, tries to gaslight his wife into madness, and, ultimately, gets burned beyond recognition.  The story is either silly or psychologically profound -- I'm not sure which.  Bederaux has married the most beautiful woman in the world only to expose her to various seducers whom he, then, knocks off.  It seems that his desire is more for homicide than the charms of his wife and that she exists primarily as bait so that the villain can kill people and claim, however speciously, that his murders are justified.  Of course, Bederaux's unfortunate wife is blamed for the killings and, indeed, casts the blame on herself as her husband schemes to drive her mad.  Something must have been in the air in 1944 -- the year in which Experiment Perilous was made was also the year in which Gaslight with Ingrid Bergman was produced.  Both pictures involve evil men scheming to drive an innocent and naive woman insane.  Gaslight was more popular, based I suppose on Ingrid Bergman's star power, and eclipsed Tourneur's subtle, interesting, and ultimately unsuccessful movie.

A physician named Dr. Huntington Bailey (if you end up writing a story with a character with this name, then, you should know that you are Gay) is riding alone on a train during a torrential rainstorm.  Black, slimy looking torrents of water pour down off a hillside and flood over the train tracks.  Lightning flashes and, when the train crosses a small trestle, the wood beams bend and sag as if made of limp noodles.  A small "birdlike woman" is terrified, and, also, perhaps flirtatious.  She strikes up a friendship with Dr. Huntington Bailey (hereafter "HB") gripping his arm as the thunder roars.  The lady has been in a sanitarium and she doesn't seem wholly sane. The woman mentions her brother, Nick Bederaux and his supernaturally beautiful wife, Allida, played by Hedy Lamarr.  She says that Allida seems to be mentally ill and has mysterious admirers who send her daisies all the time.  HB is intrigued because he is a psychiatrist and he agrees to visit the little old lady at her family home, described to be weird and unhappy, on the upcoming weekend.  But a few hours later, HB receives the word that his interlocutor on the train has suddenly died, seemingly from a heart attack.  A friend, nonetheless, encourages HB to visit the family house, a palatial Manhattan brownstone with, at least, three stories connected by lavish stairways.  At the party, he meets Bederaux and Allida, who, indeed, exudes some sort of seductive miasma that enchants and entrances all the men around her.  It turns out that HB has ended up with the deceased lady's briefcase containing a biography of Bederaux and a diary.  HB reads these documents, a device that the film uses to motivate several flashbacks to set up the film's lurid climax.  From these flashbacks, we learn that Bederaux has killed one of his wife's previous suitors and seems to be terrorizing their small son -- we hear him telling the child tales of evil witches implying that the boy's mother is guilty of sorcery.  Of course, HB falls in love with Allida and plans to rescue her from her evil husband. Bederaux ambushes HB when he comes to extract Allida from the 'house of  horrors' and, holding him at gunpoint, harangues the hero, exposes his monomaniacal madness and his plot to kill both Allida and their son.  HB attacks Bederaux and the two men fight with fists on a narrow, gloomy spiral staircase, a secret passage connecting Allida's bedroom with the lover level of the brownstone.  Bederaux has turned on the gas and lit a cheery fire in a hearth in order to blow everything to smithereens.  He fails and HB gets the girl.  We see him at the end of the movie on a flowering heath with the little boy and his somewhat spooky-looking mother,

There's nothing special about the plot which seems to me pedestrian.  But the great (if uneven) director Jacques Tourneur made this film and it is filled with little details and bits of business that engage the eye and inspire interest.  (The film comes after Tourneur's famous stint as the director of Val Lewton horror films such as Cat People and I Walked with a Zombie; the movie precedes Tourneur's two greatest movies, the brilliant Western Canyon Passage and the iconic film noir with Robert Mitchum Out of the Past).  In a department store scene, HB ignores his beautiful mistress as if hypnotized by Allida -- on a suspended wire, a little cage carrying messages passes over the top of the image.  The opening scenes of the water pouring as if from a broken dam all over the tracks have a surrealistic edge.  Throughout the movie, snow falls in every exterior shot and the picture gives off a palpable chill -- the snow covers sidewalks and characters climb steps frosted in the stuff and a sinister character who stalks the hero stands outside, under a street light, visible against a white pattern of wheel tracks in the fresh fallen snow.  At the center of the villain's brownstone, there is a big corridor lined with fish tanks inset in the wall -- of course, at the film's climax the tanks explode releasing a flood of water that rhymes with the flood eroding the railroad tracks at the beginning of the movie.  The hero first sees Allida as a painting in an eerie museum filled with ghostly white statues -- the painting has huge staring eyes; it's obvious that this scene influenced Hitchcock's Vertigo in the sequence in which James Stewart goes to the museum and sees a hypnotic image of the dead, beautiful Carlotta who is haunting (it seems) Kim Novak.  One of the less important characters is a Bohemian artist and he has sculpted a huge, glaring head of a woman with hair comprised of writhing serpents.  The interiors are lavish with forests of Victorian bric-a-brac, busts of gods and ancient heroes, Greek goddesses on pedestals, books in abundance, ancient portraits, dense thickets of stuff --  the set dressing is exuberant and grotesque.  The three male characters are all twenty years older that the beautiful Allida and they all have a similar clipped way of talking, clenched lips, and pencil thin moustaches -- you can't tell them apart, a joke emphasized by an elderly myopic lady who mistakes the hero for the villain, or is it vice-versa.  There are innumerable punctum in the compositions and always something to see and admire, although the script is a bit pallid at times.  

"Experiment Perilous" comes from the Latin translation of words by Hippocrates:  Ars longa, Vita brevis, Occasio praeceps, experimentum periculum, iudicium difficile -- that is, Art is long, Life is short, the occasion pressing and experiment perilous:  judgment is difficult.  Hedy Lamarr acts only with her immense searchlight eyes; she murmurs in monotone and her masklike face is mostly immobile.  Although she moves around in the movie, in retrospect I can't recall any images of her in motion -- she seems frozen in place, a victim of the film's plot and her own beauty.  She's less animated than the Greek goddess hurled off her plinth by the explosion at the end of the picture.