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Sunday, October 29, 2006 ( 10/29/2006 07:54:00 AM ) Bill S. ![]() Still, Hand can be quick fun (clocking in at something like 64 minutes) on an October Saturday morning. Set in Egypt (later entries in the series quickly relocated the action to America), the story centers around the mummy Kharis, buried alive near the tomb of his forbidden love Princess Ananka, and the evil High Priest of Karnak (the ever smarmy George Zucco) sworn to protect both Kharis and Ananka's tombs from the intrusion of non-believers. Unlike Karloff's Im-Ho-Tep (also buried alive for his forbidden love – those early Egyptians were really a buncha stick-in-the-muds), Kharis is mute throughout the picture, his tongue having been torn out so that no one would hear his screams from the tomb. Considering that the monster is being played this time by an actor better know for B-westerns, it was probably a wise decision to keep him quiet. You really don't want your mummy evoking the Old West every time he speaks. Zucco's high priest has his work cut out for him, though, thanx to the efforts of archeologist Steve Banning (Dick Foran, also the star of many an oater) and tagalong "Babe" Jenson (durable comic buddy actor Wallace Ford), who are on the trail of Princess Ananka’s tomb. Funded by professional magician Solvani (Cecil Kellaway) and his comely daughter Marta (Peggy Moran), the duo quickly make their way to the Hill of the Seven Jackals and discover Kharis' digs. Naturally, high priest Andoheb sets the mummy after 'em. Hand was the first in the series to introduce the idea of tanna, the miraculous extinct leaves that keep Kharis alive and give him motion. Three leaves, we're told, are enough to jump-start his vitals; nine are sufficient to get the creature up and movin' (though not enough to give him full use of his limbs since he continues to walk 'round with a limp and only has one good arm); more will turn the mummy into a "soulless demon" of unmatched power. One of the biggest differences between forties era flicks like this and more moderne movie fare can be seen in this simple plot detail. In Hand, the movie ends when our plucky protagonists stop Kharis from ingesting too many tanna leaves – phew, the viewer thinks, that peril was averted! Nowadays, the audience is conditioned to expect a big CGI-enhanced blow-out – and would be cranky and disappointed if it didn't get to see Soulless Demon Kharis. Still, if you can handle the big build-up without the spoon-fed pay-off, The Mummy's Hand has its own clunky charms. Ford is dependably fun playing the comic relief from Brooklyn, even if we never learn quite what it is that he brings to the partnership. Late in the flick, he shares a moment with Peggy Moran's Marta just before our hero Steve is about to leap into peril. "Kinda like to have him around, do ya?" he sez to the girl. "Me, too." But before we can dwell too long on this homoerotic subtext, the mummy shows up to kidnap Marta. More build-up without any pay-off. Tyler's mummy (the character would be taken up by Lon Chaney Jr. in the next three entries) is suitably ooky in his periodic close-ups – an effect enhanced by post-production blacking out of his eyes and lips – even if he doesn't have much personality. (If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Kharis is a pretty vacant house.) Zucco is his usual melodramatically slithery self. There's a moment early in the film where, meeting our heroes for the first time in his guise as a museum director, his eyes start darting everywhere like Robert Walker in Strangers on A Train, and you can't imagine how Foran's Steve – or anybody else in Cairo for that matter – could believe a single word out of the guy's mouth. Zucco made a career playing such over-the-top types, and though we see his stunt double tumbling down a mountain side of stairs in Hand's climax, his character would show up for at least two more Mummy pics. True to type (because High Priest = Horny Guy: one more instance of Evil Hollywood's unending vendetta against good old-fashioned religion), Zucco's Andoheb lusts after Marta, ultimately plotting to make her his eternal love by strapping her onto an altar and sharing a dose of tanna leaves with her. "Is that three leaves or nine?" the audience wonders. "Surely not more!" But Andoheb, the bastard, never tells us. NOTE: Found this comic adaptation of the movie that originally appeared, if memory serves, in one of the Warren monster movie magazines. Some nice Joe Orlando art, even if it gets a few small plot details wrong (e.g., the murdered sentry in the movie is a skinny Egyptian named Ali, not the mustachioed Europian we see here.) "Hand" scripter and monster maven Russ Jones has a site reprinting a slew of these old monster comics, along with an X-rated "Cherry Poptart" tale and a smutty Neil Gaiman scripted fable . . . # | |
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