Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you have a soft spot for the crackle and pop of early cinema, sure. It’s a curiosity, nothing more. If you need color, sound, or pacing that doesn't feel like it’s moving through molasses, skip it. You’ll probably hate it if you get bored by guys in suits staring intensely at shadows.
Paul Terry really commits to the bit here. The whole thing feels like it was filmed in a basement, which actually works in its favor.
There’s a moment about halfway through where someone finds the spider mark, and the reaction shot lasts an eternity. I genuinely started checking my phone. Then, suddenly, the tension snaps back in. It’s that kind of movie.
It reminds me a bit of the mood in The Master Crook, though this one is a little less polished. Which is saying something, considering the era.
It’s not as tight as Murder Will Out, but it has this grimy, low-budget charm that’s hard to replicate today. Everyone’s trying so hard to be mysterious. It’s almost sweet.
You can tell the director was just throwing things at the wall to see what stuck. Sometimes it sticks! Sometimes it just slides down the wallpaper. 🕷️
If you're watching this, you're not doing it for the plot. The plot is barely a whisper. You're watching it for the flickering shadows and the feeling that you’re peering into a time machine that’s slightly broken.
I found myself comparing it to the pacing in The Price of Silence, which feels like an action blockbuster compared to this. But sometimes, a slow crawl through a dark room is exactly what you need on a rainy Tuesday.
1931
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