Tonight it was another el cheapo horror movie, 1941’s King of the Zombies. There’s no one of note in it, but it’s thankfully pretty short, as most el cheapos are. Three men crash land on a remote island in the Caribbean and are taken in by an ominous-looking “doctor” who, it turns out, is involved with voodoo and hypnotism and zombies and such. Madcap hilarity ensues.
There’s nothing to recommend about this except for the odd (but welcome) comic stylings of Mantan Moreland, although his “acting” is more along the lines of a minstral show. He plays the valet (!) of one of the he-man heroes, and he gets all the funny lines.
Still, it’s pretty much a waste of time. Hey, I watch ‘em so you don’t hafta.
