Gordon Hessler's delirious "Murders in the Rue Morgue" is a must-see for all lovers of macabre, bizarre movies, and it has haunted me since I first saw it during its very limited British release in 1971. The plotline is closer to "Phantom of the Opera" than the two previous Hollywood versions of Poe's celebrated tale. In 1880's Paris a theatre company staging a "grand guignol" adaptation of Poe's story is plagued by a series of grisly murders. The victims were all members of the company ten years earlier, when a leading actor (Herbert Lom) was horribly disfigured by acid in an on-stage accident - or was it? In the present, the beautiful leading lady (Christine Kauffman) is troubled by a recurring nightmare in which she is menaced by a hooded figure in the mansion which was her childhood home.Meanwhile the local police chief (Adolfo Celi)suspects that her actor-manager husband (Jason Robards Jr.) is withholding information which links murders in the past and present.
The convoluted plot interweaves past, present, illusion, reality, dream and theatre; this is by far the most audacious of American International Picture's series of Poe adaptations. It was all shot on location in Toledo, Spain,which accounts for the very different look it has to Hessler's previous horror movies for AIP, which were all shot in England.
On the debit side, some of the dialogue has to be heard to be disbelieved, and Jason Robard's performance is unrelievedly dour. Vincent Price, where were you when they needed you? Post-production interference by the studio resulted in a heavily cut release print which rendered much of the plot meaningless, but thankfully the new D.V.D. issue gives us restores much of Hessler's final cut,and contains ten minutes of previously "lost" footage.
How many contemporary horror movies are as rich in ideas and levels of interpretation as this? Much credit must go to screenwriter Chris Wicking, a true original who was rarely trusted with a sole screenwriting credit -here he's working on a treatment by American hack Henry Slesar- but whose work in the genre stands out from the depressingly formulaic norms of British cinema. This is a fine D.V.D.issue, with the welcome bonus of a fifteen minute introduction by the director.
Thank you, M.G.M.