Muñecos infernales

When i was a kid (maybe 4 or 5 years old) i see this movie on TV. I can clearly remember the "human dolls": their childish movements, their grotesque faces, and abode all ... their lethal weapons: Big Needles really sharpened!!!. B&W films got some special charm in the horror and sci-fi genres. It catch you because (i think) is more like as the dreams are made of or showed us when we sleep (or does anybody here can remember a dream in glorious technicolor???). Anyway, the fact is that "Muñecos Infernales" are the ground zero of many mexicans in the strage and weird wolrd of gore and horror film ... a masterpiece, and a very good example of the melting pot that became the mexican films in the 50's and 60's. (voodo, catolicism, a police plot, weird science, romance and a touch of involuntary humor ... a nice blend!)

1960's "The Curse of the Doll People" ("Munecos Infernales" aka Infernal Dolls or Hellish Dolls) is definitely one of the more memorable Mexican entries from the pen of Alfredo Salazar, brother of actor/producer Abel, and author of the Aztec Mummy trilogy plus "The Vampire's Coffin," "The New Invisible Man," "The Man and the Monster," "The World of the Vampires," "Doctor of Doom" and "The Wrestling Women vs the Aztec Mummy" (at the helm was director Benito Alazraki, later efforts including "Spiritism" and El Santo's starring debut "Invasion of the Zombies"). Held over from the Aztec Mummy series is actor Ramon Gay, who was shot to death by a jealous husband shortly after filming concluded, while Quintin Bulnes essayed similar voodoo master roles in "The Living Coffin" and a pair of Boris Karloff Mexi-movies, "Snake People" and the very similar "House of Evil" (more murderous dolls at work). Haitian voodoo rituals are discussed rather than seen to start, as a quartet of adventurers make the fatal mistake of stealing a precious voodoo idol to hightail it back home to Mexico, only for the mesmerizing priest to follow, placing a curse upon them and their families to begin at the stroke of midnight on a certain date. Incredibly, the main culprit who previously boasted of adding the idol to his collection grasps his chest and expires at the exact time predicated, and by the half hour mark all four despoilers have perished, each succeeding doll emerging with their features. The Devil Doll Men are nattily dressed in suits and ties, using a long poison needle like a piercing knife, standing about three feet tall, about the size of a ventriloquist's dummy (Richard Gordon's "Devil Doll" would not be made until 1963). Viewers would forever remember the lifeless staring masks, a fine makeup job reproducing the four actors, right down to the beard, mustache or glasses; we actually see one attack a cop before being run over, a kind of autopsy showing its severed head with glowing eyes conducting its hypnotic effect on the female lead (Elvira Quintana), the chest cut open prior to purifying fire destroying the remains. These tiny assassins must obey the master or face severe punishment, delivered in a small crate to their intended victims by a silent zombie complete with shriveled face, another nice touch that delivers additional chills. The only real detriment, apart from the 13 minutes of footage cut from the AIP-TV print (reduced to 69 minutes) is the script's plodding nature, but once the dolls start walking things improve dramatically. The casting of gorgeous top billed Elvira Quintana as a voodoo expert was also an achievement for such an obviously low budget production, it was her sole genre credit in a career that abruptly ended with her premature death in 1968.

This film begins with an unmarried couple by the names of "Karina" (Elvira Quintana) and "Armando Vales" (Ramon Gay) who are both medical doctors and have been invited to attend a dinner with four distinguished men and their families. When they arrive they learn that these four men have just returned from a trip to Haiti and while there they secretly witnessed a voodoo ceremony which was strictly forbidden to outsiders. Having already committed one serious breach of etiquette, they make it even worse when one of them steals a sacred idol from the Haitian temple to add to his personal collection of artifacts. Needless to say, this infuriates the voodoo priest "Zandor" (Quintin Bulnes) who places a terrible curse upon all four of them-and their families as well. As it so happens, however, Karina is not only a doctor of medicine but a scholar of ancient cultures and the occult and this gives her special insight into the horrible events that begin to take place to the four men involved in the theft. Now rather than reveal any more I will just say that this was an unusual film in that the lead actress (Elvira Quintana) plays the role of the expert and the villains (for the most part) are essentially 2-foot manikins who come to life as midgets in order to do the bidding of the Haitian voodoo priest. Yet, as ridiculous as the plot may sound and as poor as the special effects were, the surprising thing is that this film actually wasn't as bad as it should have been. Of course, a great deal of the credit has to go to Elvira Quintana who essentially stole the show with her beauty and charm. Be that as it may, while this certainly isn't the best "Zombie movie" ever made it was good enough for the time spent and for that reason I have rated it accordingly. Average.

As the movie description states, this is a poorly-dubbed film, which makes it all the more creepy...I watched this movie as a child, at first in a room full of children on a rainy day, only to be left alone...I could not take my eyes off of the television set; I was memorized by those dolls and their faces..Still scared out of my mind, I would back away from the set, only to peek around for another look...needless to say, I watched this movie until the end, which I shouldn't have but am now glad I did...it affected me like no other movie of it's time...I could never find this movie again, not realizing as a child it was a Mexican film...when I was 18, I was at a friends' house and, lo and behold, this movie pops up...I ran to the TV Guide to find out the name of the movie that scared me the most, and this was it...This movie has stayed with me all of these years...it may have a campy affect on adults, but it was well worth watching again as an adult to see those doll freaks terrorizing the humans...I love horror films, and this one ranks right up there with the best of them...just the looks on the dolls' faces is enough to give you nightmares...!

A lot of the Mexican horrors that I have watched recently have been badly dubbed into English (and re-edited in some cases) for an American audience by the likes of Jerry Warren and K. Gordon Murray, but I managed to find an original subtitled copy of The Curse of the Doll People, which is always my preferred option. Of course, it helps that this one isn't yet another run-of-the-mill Aztec mummy or vampire flick (however, it must be said that the basic plot is somewhat reminiscent of the 1955 film Cult of the Cobra).

The story concerns a group of men who find themselves cursed after unwisely sneaking into a Haitian voodoo ritual and hot footing it with the Houngan's sacred idol. Voodoo priest Zandor (Quintín Bulnes) sends his zombie Staloon to deliver dolls to the homes of the men, the creepy figures coming to life to kill...

Played by midgets wearing masks that resemble previous victims, the dolls in this film are surprisingly chilling, each armed with a needle-like dagger with which to stab their victims. Zombie Staloon is also a lot of fun, an unkillable monster with a manky, decayed face and immense strength who is partial to playing the flute! As with many Mexican horrors of the day, there's an attractive woman-in-peril and a hero with a pencil moustache. The film does seem to run out of steam in the final act, ending in a predictable blaze that engulfs the voodoo priest and his dolls, but the film as a whole is an entertaining time.