Narcotic

Harry Cording, best known for playing heavies, has the lead as a doctor who opens a free clinic, then discovers he is running out of money. His Chinese friend, named Gee Wu, thinks that Cording needs some relaxation, so he takes him to the local drug den where they smoke dope. Cording then invents something called "Tiger Fat," which is supposed to cure everything. Too bad it doesn't work on bad acting, directing, writing, editing, and photography.

Cording hawks his "cure" in a few scenes, interspersed with some other scenes of his distraught wife, played by Joan Dix. If you're like me, you've never heard of Dix, probably because she can't act. There is a dope party where everyone gets loaded, some by snorting, others by smoking, and/or injecting. Several people take a "bang," and one guy tells a dame not to get the "ding." None of this nomenclature made any sense to me.

Characters simply appear out of nowhere, and we have no idea who they are. Several scenes are obviously taken from silent films because they are sped up. One snake eats another snake. Gee Wu takes Cording's wife to some guy who looks like Mark Twain, in an attempt to help Cording - which makes no sense, since Wu got Cording in this mess in the first place. And on it goes.

The actor playing Gee Wu (J. Stuart Blackton Jr.) looks like Spock from the original Star Trek TV series.

Another "message" film by Dwain Esper, also written by his wife, Hildegarde Stadie, as was Maniac. It is an example of pre-code Hollywood, and has a place in film history. The message, is, of course, about the evils of drugs.

It is interesting that the Asian in the film was play by a Caucasian, none other than J. Stuart Blackton Jr., who, along with D.W. Griffith, was a pioneer in the development of the motion picture art.

The film also features Jean Lacy, who as Jeanne Gray, had her own talk show on TV from 1949-51. She didn't like the way the young announcer introduced her, "And Nowww, Thhhe . . . Jeeeeannne . . . Graaaay . . . " Thayoung announcer, who wanted his own show, was none other than Johnny Carson.

At least it wasn't as silly as Reefer Madness.

This is a movie that I found when looking for horror from 1933. The title intrigued me as I didn't know if we would be getting like an early drug dealing movie or what. I came into this one blind aside from knowing the year and that it was in genre. I did notice Harry Cording starred, which I just saw him in another movie from the same year as well.

Synopsis: exploration film which follows the downward spiral of an idealistic medical student whose fall from grace leads him to opium dens, a carnival freakshow, swanky drug parties, dingy brothels and finally a realization of his decisions.

Now I'll admit, I did clean up the synopsis a bit as it spoiled the ending. This is an early propaganda film to prevent drug addiction. It warns us with opening text that the medical student from the synopsis becomes a successful snake oil salesman. His name is Dr. William G. Davis (Cording). This is also supposedly based in fact. Upon watching it, I'm sure there are plot points here that mirror real people or things that did happen.

We see William when he is still a med student. He hangs out with a few guys and one is Gee Wu (J. Stuart Blackton Jr.). This is a racist take on someone from Asian and he introduces William to an opium den. What I find interesting here is that we get a look at American and western culture. Gee states that in Asia, they're able to use opium recreationally and not become fully addicted. There are those that do, but for the most part they can use it as a release. In America, they get hooked and this is warning the viewer to stay away from these dens. Also that Americans push to the excess more easily.

It is from here that William becomes addicted. He doesn't think he is and that he can stop whenever. There is a vibe here of 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde' with William working in a free clinic. He doesn't make a lot of money though. He is striving to buy a gold locket but can't afford it. He gets the idea to use opium to create a tonic and watching a peddler makes him realize he needs to find the right way to market it. This isn't far from the truth before regulations prevented putting things like this freely in items.

Without going through each of the points from the synopsis again, William is hurt in a car accident and that gets him hooked back on opium. The driver that crashes with him in the vehicle is also an addict. William lives an interesting life with a circus and scores dope with a guy there. He also hangs out with the likes of Lena (Jean Lacy), Mae (Patricia Farley) and her friends as they use different things as well. It also shows us the effects of living life this way.

That is where I'll leave my recap and introduction to the story. Where I want to start is the tone here. This is absolutely a propaganda film a la Reefer Madness. What I'll give credit here is that I've seen the effects heroin has on people so this is much closer. I didn't bring up that there is a couple more texts screens that we get, one stating that the drug party we see is something that most don't get to. We are able to due to people getting clean and relaying what they experienced. I bring this up as they're using heroin, pills and smoking 'marijuana cigarettes'. This goes heavy handed with its message. At least it is closer to form though.

With that set up, let me get into whether this is horror or not. It isn't in the traditional sense. We don't get murders or monsters or anything to this effect. What we do though is see is more the horrors of humanity and our decisions. The 'horror' is drug addiction here. What is interesting is that this movie portrays it as fun. That is until the 'bill comes due' and you must pay. What I'll say is that it doesn't end well for William. Do not come into this expecting horror as we know it today. This is a cautionary tale.

There isn't more to go into the story for me so I'll go to the acting. This isn't good either. It is stiff. I'm not going to go through each person to see if they acted after or even before this. I do think that Cording is fine as our lead. We see him go through a lot of things and that works. Other than that, Joan Dix, Farley, Lacy and the rest of the cast are fine. It can be stiff and I don't know if this does the best at conveying the effects of what they're doing. The gravity is there, but it comes off comical to me. I did want to give credit to Blackton. It is racist to have him playing this character. I do like what they gave him to work with though. This is a western way of looking at things though as well.

All that is left then would be the filmmaking. I don't think this is particularly strong either. The cinematography is fine. The different set pieces we see are good. It is an interesting path that William goes along. The message is too heavy handed though to the point were watching it today made me laugh. We don't get a lot in the way of effects, but this feels more like a docu-drama than a movie so that is part of it. The soundtrack also didn't stand out or hurt this either.

In conclusion, this isn't a good movie. I think there is a good message this wants to convey, but it doesn't translate as well for modern viewers. It might have been for the 1930s. The acting is stiff. Cording and Blackton being the two best performances despite my issue with the casting of the latter. The filmmaking is fine. It is lacking there. This also isn't horror in the traditional sense either. It is more of a cautionary tale for sure. I can't recommend this unless you want to laugh at what this tries to do.

My Rating: 4.5 out of 10.

Complete mess of a movie

Harry Cording, best known for playing heavies, has the lead as a doctor who opens a free clinic, then discovers he is running out of money. Maybe he should have been an economist instead. His Chinese friend, named Gee Wu, thinks that Cording needs some relaxation, so he takes him to the local drug den where they smoke dope. Cording then invents something called "Tiger Fat," which is supposed to cure everything. Too bad it doesn't work on bad acting, directing, writing, editing, and photography. Cording hawks his crap in a few scenes, interspersed with some other scenes of his distraught wife, played by Joan Dix. If you're like me, you've never heard of Dix, probably because she can't act. There is a dope party where everyone gets loaded, some by snorting, others by smoking, and/or injecting. Several people take a "bang," and one guy tells a dame not to get the "ding." None of this made any sense to me, so I got loaded myself and miraculously everything became clear.

Characters simply appear out of nowhere, and we have no idea who they are. Several scenes are obviously taken from silent films because they are sped up. One snake eats another snake. Gee Wu takes Cording's wife to some guy who looks like Mark Twain, in an attempt to help Cording - which makes no sense, since Wu got Cording in this mess in the first place.

While not as over-the-top as Dwain Esper's MANIAC or as professionally made as his MARIJUANA: WEED WITH ROOTS IN HELL, NARCOTIC is a unique film experience. It has a jumpy, elliptical style--sometimes the next scene may be a few days after the prior scene, sometimes a few months or even years. Add to this the use of stock footage from silent films (in the first half) and stock footage of animals killing each other (in the last third).Also, the script mixes philosophy with medical jargon with drug slang with hard-boiled dialogue. And Esper's preference for odd, off-putting camera angles and introducing characters by showing their shadow.The whole thing, in under one hour, has a grimy feel to it. Even the worst poverty row b-movie tries, on some level, to be entertaining, no matter how far it misses that mark. This film really is NOT trying to entertain--it tries to create certain moods and reactions in the viewer, and it will use non-rational, expressionistic techniques to create those effects in the viewer. It's MUCH different from other 30s exploitation films such as REEFER MADNESS and COCAINE FIENDS. One must give Esper credit--the film was made 70 years ago but it is still a disquieting experience.