Das Phantom von Soho

Franz Josef Gottlieb's singularly mean-spirited thriller 'Das Phantom Von Soho' is a supremely pacy, darkly atmospheric, and surprisingly grisly Krimi from the lurid pen of maestro Bryan Edgar Wallace. The blissfully burlesque jazz sounds of Martin Böttcher are utterly sublime and not only are the performances uniformly excellent, the brutal stabbings have a decidedly menacing, proto-Gialli feel. 'Das Phantom Von Soho' is an absolute must for rampant Krimi-headz, and while the overt campiness is considerably muted in this instance, thankfully, the remarkably grisly, sordid atmosphere isn't. This delightfully grungy little Edgar Wallace thriller is a real Bobby Dazzler, and one of the rare Krimi's that I would happily watch multiple times! And I most heartily approve of the hugely aesthetic lead actresses's spicy moniker: Barbara Rutting! "Oh, I say, missus!!!" (A most appropriate handle for one so uplifting!)

The Phantom of Soho takes us to a setting of dark alleys and the dirty, crime infested streets of Soho England. We meet a varied assortment of characters including strippers and prostitutes. This is where we are taken in this movie which has a combination of horror, mystery, sexual backgrounds and situations. All of these together make this 1966 movie a bit different from the typical `who done it' movie. I didn't have high expectations for this movie but found myself to be pleasantly surprised having been caught up in it's suspense and mystery. In my opinion, there are a lot of better horror/mysteries out there, but this one is still worth watching and makes an enjoyable viewing. Give it a chance.

In the 1960's two German studios were grinding out thrillers based on the works of Edgar Wallace and his son Bryan.This particular studio finally gave the field over to Rialto in 1964 after Monster Of London City.

This is a better than average film in the series as many at this point had become unwatchable.A hooded killer is disposing of clients of a seedy strip club.Government officials are heavily involved.A white slavery ring and revenge tie into the plot as well.The usual red herrings abound and the killer seemingly comes out of left field.Still worth a look.

Someone is murdering well-known people outside a fashionable Soho bar. Chief Inspector Dieter Borsche and Sergeant Peter Vogel run the investigation. As each new victim turns up, the links point to a ship lost at sea.

I looked at this under the impression it was one of those German productions based on an Edgar Wallace story. It turned out that the source novel was Brian Edgar Wallace, the famous writer's son. There's an interesting technique here: we are introduced to several of the characters as they wander about doing nasty things, like Lord Hans Nielsen raping girls, and sea captain Hans Hamacher blackmailing people without discussing why. As a result, the audience has an opportunity to solve the mystery of who the Phantom is before the police.

The killings in question take place around a seedy Soho den of ill repute known as the Sansibar, run by the wheelchair-bound crime boss Joanna Filiati (Elisabeth Flickenschildt). Somebody in sparkly golden Michael Jackson gloves is running around in the shadows stabbing people in the heart, something Joanna is trying to keep quiet, so as not to draw attention to her ring of prostitution, insurance scams, and other plain and sundry dirty dealings. Unfortunately for her, Scotland Yard is on the case, specifically Chief Inspector Hugh Patton (Dieter Borsche). Even more unfortunately for her, crime novelist Clarinda Smith (Barbara Rütting) is dogging him to let her tag along on the case, and the more he refuses, the more she seeks to prove herself an even better investigator than he is.

Despite this film featuring the comings and goings of the criminal element of London and their interactions with the Scotland Yard, this is a sort of a slasher thriller- the serial killer whodunit is front and center, forming the backbone of the entire plot. It's fast-paced, dark, seedy and sleazy with some surprising nudity by a dancer in the club. It's dripping with black and-white atmosphere, with cigarette embers lighting dark corners of the grimy street, and pale white disembodied faces peering around corners in harsh contrast with the dim London fog. Solid atmosphere, but it can be a bit too seedy for me. Surprising unraveling of the killer, with a tragic motive.