Cauchemars et hallucinations

Any devotee of vintage horror films will want to see Conrad Veidt in an anthology of fantastic tales, but will be disappointed if he expects another "Waxworks" or "Destiny." This looks as if it had been tossed together rather casually, as an actors' lark, and the actors, especially Veidt, mug exuberantly. The five tales, sketchily told, are "The Black Cat," "The Suicide Club," stories of hauntings real and fake, and the old anecdote about the man whose wife disappears from an inn where everyone swears she was never there. These are read by three figures who have stepped out of paintings in an antiquarian bookshop and driven off the (exceedingly odd) owner. The three appear in all the stories, usually with the two men as rivals for the woman. The tone of the framing story and one of the tales from the books is comic, and that of the others deliberately exaggerated. The prevailing weirdness tends to neutralize the scary moments, and so does the Wagnerian music with which the version distributed by LS Video has been unwisely scored. This version doesn't look bad compared to some old films on video (one can clearly make out the actors' faces), but the condition of the print makes it impossible to tell how the film looked originally. It's no classic, but an entertaining view of a young Veidt running the gamut of extreme emoting.

One of the finest and most underrated film's from the Weimar Era, "Eerie Tales" (Unheimliche Geschichten) is a watchable and entertaining mix of horror, suspense and fantasy. When portraits in a bookstore come to life and enact stories from classic literature then one knows one is in for quite a unique treat. With its modernist touch despite the standard theatrical acting of the time, the creepy atmosphere that pervades throughout the film, the striking black and white and its unsettling plots the movie foreshadowed the fabled Expressionist genre that was shortly to come. I watched this primarily to view Anita Berber and it was interesting to see Weimar Germany's most notorious femme fatale in action. Though no conventional beauty she had a charm with a tough knowing look that reveals the complicated personality she was known for. Although long and seeming to go on forever the film moves at a consistently steady pace despite its age. A distinct artifact from a fascinating time this is one relic from history that's memorable and worth the watch.

The latest entry on my kick of watching at least one film from every year and in reverse chronological order.

For half my life the oldest movie I'd ever seen was Calagari and I found a worthy successor.

Did I have to watch this in bursts? Yes. But I was happy to dip into what in a different era might have been an anthology series instead.

The wraparound holds it together and doesn't take up too much time. Each of the stories are efficiently told but linger in that agreeable way for those who just want to bask in the vintageness of shadowy, chiaroscuro black and white will the actors where the perfect amount of mascara.

It took me a while to notice that they re-use the same few actors a lot which really is the mark of good actin. I think bold acting is perfect for silent features. It's hard to really see them in the less than Standard definition anyway...

The stories all seem familiar now but perhaps that's for the best in case you want to skip this.

A feature very much of its time but what a time.

The original negative of Eerie Tales is lost; what remains is a partial restoration.

The film, an anthology, begins with a prelude in an antiquarian bookshop. After the shopkeeper turns out the lights at night, the characters in three portraits -- the Devil, a prostitute, and Death -- come alive and read scary stories, each tale depicted featuring the same actors (Reinhold Schünzel, Anita Berber and Conrad Veidt) who play the living paintings.

In the first story, the Apparition, a man falls for a woman who is being stalked by her abusive ex-husband. When the woman disappears, the man discovers that the woman died of the plague. Or at least I think that is what happened. I have to admit that I was little confused, the lack of adequate title cards for the dialogue making this one difficult to follow.

Next up is The Hand. Two men play a game of dice to decide which of them will romance the beauty that they both have the hots for. The loser of the game promptly strangles the winner, but is haunted by the dead man's ghost. A mediocre tale of the macabre, although the ghostly footprints and the spectral hand effects were fun.

Director Richard Oswald tackles Edgar Allen Poe's The Black Cat next. I am sure you know the story to this one, suffice to say that this version holds few surprises but is still reasonably entertaining.

The penultimate story is Robert Louis Stevenson's The Suicide Club, in which a man is inducted into a club where the members gamble with their lives. This one is a lot of fun, as the man draws the unlucky Ace of Spades from a deck of cards and is given only a few minutes left to live. Both The Black Cat and The Suicide Club would be revisited by Oswald for his superior 1932 talkie Tales of the Uncanny.

Lastly, we have The Spectre, a rather weak tale to finish with. A married woman is romanced by a baron, her jealous husband pulling some spooky pranks to frighten the bounder.

Having read their stories, the three characters from the portraits resume their places within their frames.

4.5/10, rounded up to 5 for all of the heavy black eye make-up.

"Richard Oswald's "Eerie Tales" debuted with a length of 2318 metres, July 16, 1920, after a premiere on November 6, 1919. The original negative is considered lost. This restoration is from Cinematheque Francaise. The film currently has a length of 2230 metres."

Paintings of Death, the devil, and a prostitute come to life in a bookstore, after hours, and read each other five tales of horror, to amuse themselves, in this early anthology film.

Each of the three leads take on different roles in each of the five stories, giving each actor an opportunity to show a wide range, and the film has a good look to it, plus I've always had a certain affinity for anthology horrors, but the problem with this is that it's not scary. I was hoping for a bit more fright for my 31 Days of Halloween horror. Die Erscheinung, by Anselma Heine, and Poe's Die Schwarze Katze were the best of the segments, while the rest were overly dramatic.