Le visage masqué

Hard boiled Jack Holt escapes from prison. His gangster contacts set him up with a job as chauffeur at the large estate of one of their associates who is getting a little nervous. Holt's job is to keep an eye on said associate - whose attractive daughter Constance Cummings already knows there is something fishy going on.

It doesn't take long before we discover that Holt is not a real crook but an undercover agent hoping to track down the smugglers' big boss, the mysterious Mr. X.

Boris Karloff is fun as the loyal but not too bright henchman who does Mr. X's dirty jobs. Edward Van Sloan is a bit creepy as a suspicious-looking doctor running a very shady hospital. There's also a nurse named Bertha Mann at the house who spies on the family and phones in reports which she leaves on a very cool answering machine in an unknown location.

Constance Cummings has a good role as the daughter who is not content to sit back and let Holt chase the bad guys. Cummings and Holt are an effective pair of heroes in this fast-paced crime drama that offers few surprises but does feature some suspenseful moments, including an exciting climactic scene in the hospital.

What must have started life as a pretty ordinary crime picture is dressed up for the box office with some of the popular flourishes of the day such as electronic gadgets and a mysterious criminal mastermind.

Karloff gives excellent value as villain's chief henchman and thankfully gets plenty of screen time.

Although director and cast were all well experienced in pictures, the performances tend to be on the dull side, particularly Jack Holt in the lead. The pace of individual scenes is a little slow too, almost as if everyone concerned were making a conscious effort to hold back from the excesses of the silent days.

No classic, but you could do worse.

A macabre mystery with many elements of the supernatural/shudder scientific genres.

Boris Karloff plays a lead henchman in the service of a mysterious Mr. X. His performance does not suggest a red herring role, but he is sinister enough as a grim-faced gangster to keep one's interest throughout the picture. Early on, it seems possible that the sinister Dr. Steiner played by Edward van Sloan may seem to be a more likely candidate for Mr. X., but his performance raises enough doubts to keep the viewer in a constant state of suspense.

A very fine "B" feature for the night owl crowd.

7/10.

Dan Basinger

Were it not for the presence of Boris Karloff, here in a supporting role, we may not have such a high quality home video edition of this movie. Enjoyable as it is in many ways, BEHIND THE MASK is also a good example of how much difference a talented director can make. Compare the films of James Whale, for example, from the same period and see how much better several scenes here might have been. On the plus side, there is the cinematography of Ted Tetzlaff, creating moody scenes in heavy rain that grab a viewer's attention from the start. So the film looks mostly great, but in the acting department it's merely adequate. No one in the cast is terrible, and we do have Edward Van Sloane clearly enjoying himself as an evil scientist. But even Karloff is a slight disappointment. It's fun to see him in modern dress, playing a hired killer, but it's not one of his really notable appearances. Still, the plot is engaging and there is more action than one might expect from such a modest production.

This is a nice, efficient mystery/thriller, enlivened by the presence of Boris Karloff and Edward van Sloane. Karloff is fine in this non-monster role, as a cocky, bowler wearing, cigar smoking crook. His presence (in retrospect) also provides a cachet of horror to the mix. This movie, after all, was shooting just as Frankenstein was released. The rest of the cast is very good and the direction is no-nonsense, straight ahead story telling (if a bit improbable). Things keep moving so quickly you don't really have time to question the plot's realism. But the real kick and revelation is Edward van Sloane in a dual/triple role -- in particular, his portrayal of Dr. Steiner, with his crackling electronic gear, his google-eye specs, his trilling foreign accent -- apparently having the time of his life as an sinister, conniving doctor masterminding a dope ring. His sadistic banter during the film's climax is convincing enough to rank with the best of Lionel Atwill's or Bela Lugosi's incarnations of mad doctors at the height of their madness.