Night Life of the Gods

I read about Night Life of the Gods (1935) in the pages of Michael J Weldon's Psychotronic Video Guide (1996) (my other movie bible). I found the movie on youtube and watched... It's a very amusing fantasy comedy about a scientist named Hunter Hawk (Alan Mowbray) that likes to blow things up in his backyard laboratory in New York City. After a particularly powerful explosion he gets knocked out, comes to, and realizes that he has successfully created a ring that turns flesh into stone and vice-a-versa. He turns several members of his family to stone, meets a pretty female leprechaun (Florine McKinney), and together they go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and bring several statues of gods and goddesses to life. The group then goes out on the town, stops to buy clothes, they get drink, and get chased by police. It's very silly and there is cute innocence about the movie. Also with Peggy Shannon, Richard Carle, Theresa Maxwell Conover, Gilbert Emery, Ray Corrigan, George Hassell, Irene Ware, Geneva Mitchell, and Paul Keys.

Thorne Smith wrote some of the funniest and most risqué books of the era which my mother introduced her kids to in the 70's. We watched 'I married a Witch' (which is now available on DVD - although I got my copy in Spain several years ago) and my mum told me that she'd seen Topper, Turnabout and that she'd heard that they had may have made Night Life of the Gods. The book rocks which is why I wanted to see the film.

The DVD of this movie took me two years to find and was so appalling in quality that I couldn't finish it - and I really did try. even in postage stamp format the picture was bad. Alas, 70 years of culture and a really bad print really mucks things up. This movie had the opportunity to be THE screwball comedy of all time, it had great lines,sex and all in a time of innocence, I really wish I could have seen if the movie had lived up to it. I guess if it had it might not be in such a sorry state.........

"Night Life of the Gods" is an incredibly strange movie and one you won't forget. In fact, it's so strange that I am amazed it was made in the first place. And, that strangeness alone is clearly enough reason to see the film.

The story begins with a crazy rich inventor (Alan Mowbray) working on a very explosive project. In the process, he manages to nearly blow himself up and when he awakens he finds his invention is a rousing success. It seems he has created a magic ring that can turn people into statues as well as turn statues into living, sentient beings! The first thing he does is turn his god-awful and greedy extended family into statues. Then, with help from his lady friend, he goes about turning all the classical statues from a nearby museum into the gods and heroes they were supposed to be. Then, with these ancient weirdos in tow, the guy guys through town having a lot of incredibly strange adventures!!

As I said, this one is strange but also creative and enjoyable. While it doesn't always work (it does go on a bit long) the overall film is hard to hate. Worth seeing and 100% unique!

Crackpot inventor Alan Mowbray devises a process to turn flesh into marble and marble into flesh. After turning the disapproving portion of his family into statues, he gets plastered -- figuratively -- and meets a leprechaum and his 900-year-old daughter, Florinne McKinney. They sneak into a museum and turn statues of Olympian deities into flesh-and-blood, and then go on a boisterous rampage about town.

It's based on Thorne Smith's comic fantasy. Smith and James Branch Cabell were popular fantasy novelists of the 1920s and 1930s, carrying on the tradition of Offenbach's operettas, in which various deities and other figures form myths carry on in ways that modern people with too much wealth and too little sense do. Lowell Sherman directs a crazy comedy about the subject, but remains too well mannered and rational, insistent on having a traditional plot structure about the movie. Still, it's fun while it last. With Peggy Shannon, Richard Carle, Phillips Smalley, Wesley Barry, William 'Stage, and various other well known players as the gods.

I've been interested in seeing this rare film for quite awhile, and after locating a poor quality DVD (a copy-of-a-copy-of-a-copy) I sat down to watch in a state of keen anticipation. By the end, I was shaking my head in bewilderment, wondering how the project could have misfired so badly. This is a strange, disjointed attempt at freewheeling fantasy, though you have to give the filmmakers credit for sheer moxie. Night Life of the Gods is not good, but it's not a total dud, either; it's highly original, and there are scattered moments that work, but those bits are overwhelmed by strained efforts at whimsy, punchlines that fall flat, and embarrassing performances by supporting players who look like refugees from a small town community theater. I don't regret seeing it and wouldn't mind taking another look someday if a better print turns up, but let the viewer beware: this movie is strictly for connoisseurs of Le Cinema Bizarre.

Night Life of the Gods was based on a novel by Thorne Smith, the novelist best known for his comic fantasies "Topper" and "I Married a Witch." Smith specialized in imaginative tales of the supernatural with decidedly risqué elements. This one tells the story of eccentric inventor Hunter Hawk (Alan Mowbray) who concocts a ring that can turn people to stone, and can also bring statues to life. He promptly turns his annoying family to stone -- except for his pretty niece -- and goes on a drunken stroll through the woods. There he meets Meg, daughter of a leprechaun, who promptly falls in love with him. They go to a roadhouse to dance, but when an argument breaks out Hawk turns several people to stone and flees. The next day he and Meg go to New York and visit the Metropolitan Museum. They remain after closing time and then bring several classical statues to life, including Apollo, Diana, Bacchus, Neptune, and Venus. They escort the gods and goddesses out of the museum, and take them to a department store to buy them clothes. The humor is supposed to derive from the incongruous behavior of these mythological deities in modern Manhattan, but this is where the script falls short: these gods aren't crazy, they're just plain silly. The actors seem desperate to work up a "screwball" atmosphere, but the material leaves them stranded.

Anyhow, once they're properly attired Hunter installs his charges in a fancy hotel. They invade the hotel swimming pool but Neptune can't resist poking people with his trident. Venus is given new arms but no one will accept a hug from her. (Why not?) Later, in a monomaniacal quest for fish, Neptune invades a fish market and gets into a Monty Python-style fish-slapping fight with merchant Henry Armetta. Unfairly, the merchant is turned to stone. By this point, word has reached the police and they close in on Hawk and the naughty gods. Hunter & Meg return the deities to the museum, transform them back into statues, and then turn themselves to stone. That's where the movie was supposed to end, but preview audiences rejected this finale, so director Lowell Sherman was forced to add a dream framework he disliked, one which wraps up the story on a resoundingly flat note.

One of the key problems with this movie is our protagonist, Hunter Hawk. Alan Mowbray was a gifted character actor, but he wasn't really leading man material, and it's difficult to like the guy he's playing: Hawk has a mean streak, and once he has the power to turn people to stone he uses it with reckless abandon. I'm not sure any other actor could have made this man more likable -- Roland Young, perhaps? In any case, the script is full of stupefyingly bad jokes. (Example: when Mercury is brought to life he says: "Thanks, I was bored stiff." Groan.) Gilbert Emery manages to earn some laughs as the unflappable butler, but there are too many quips that bomb, too many sour notes and too many loose plot threads for this movie to be a satisfying experience. Even so, watching Night Life of the Gods is certainly memorable, and never predictable except for that hokey, tacked-on ending. Even film buffs who think they've seen the weirdest stuff out there may watch this one in astonishment.

P.S. Since writing this piece I've learned a few more things about the movie. For starters, it seems the project itself was plagued by bad luck. Author Thorne Smith died suddenly of a heart attack during the summer of 1934, just as the film was going into production, and then director Lowell Sherman caught pneumonia as it was wrapping up. He lived long enough to complete a final edit but died before the film's release. There are some odd stories in circulation about what caused Sherman's illness; supposedly, he found the sound stage uncomfortably warm and took to directing the film in his underclothes! For what it's worth, I've examined a file of material concerning this film at NYC's Performing Arts Library, and found a photo of Sherman on the set: he's wearing shorts and a sports shirt, certainly casual attire for a director at the time, but not what anyone would call alarmingly under-dressed.

The film itself is lucky to have survived. Apparently the only known print was held by a collector who turned it over to the UCLA Film Archive in the 1980s, where it remains. A video copy was made before the print was locked away, and all copies now in circulation derive from that 20 year-old dub, which is why the image quality is so poor. As noted above I feel the movie is something of a misfire, yet it still deserves a decent restoration and a chance to find a new audience. Movies as strange as this one don't come along every day!