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This 1957 movie from Columbia has an interesting premise...several scientists, who are over 200 years old, are running a girl's "reform school" so they can obtain energy from the young women to sustain their unnaturally long lives.

This is a typical low budget 1950's picture...cheap sets and no big name actors. William Hudson, most famous for playing the cheating husband in the class sci-fi thriller, "Attack of the 50 ft Woman", portrays Dr. Jess Rogers, who has been sent to the reform school to investigate several mysterious deaths of young women at the school. Charlotte Austin plays Carol Adams, an idealistic social worker at the school who starts to suspect foul play when so many healthy young woman suddenly die of "heart failure".

Several of the "girls" at the school look like they are being played by actresses who are way too long in the tooth to be teenagers or young woman. Despite this fact, the movie is interesting in it's premise. Victor Jory portrays the sinister head of the reformatory, Dr. Murdock. He is responsible for the "experiments" that end up with the murder of the girls at the school. When the 200 year old scientists are ready for a transfusion they start to turn to stone, hence the title of the movie. The make-up used to show the scientists turning to stone is not at all scary, actually it's laughable.

I liked this movie and thought it was fun. It's definitely not academy award winning material, but if you enjoy "b" movies from the 1950's you should enjoy this one.

Even though I don't often use the term, this 1950s B horror has become a favorite "guilty pleasure" of mine. It's has an enjoyably weird and sordid premise, even if it's loaded with plot holes and requires a heaping suspension of disbelief. A detention center for women is experiencing an unusually high rate of random heart attack deaths by healthy young female inmates. It turns out that the newest staff of eccentric middle-agers now running the prison are actually centuries-old people who kidnap the girls, and then drain their life forces in order to keep themselves from aging further. The problem is, if they miss their latest energy boosts, they start to turn into stone. A kindly social worker (Charlotte Austin, later in FRANKENSTEIN 1970) and psychiatrist William Hudson (the bad hubby of ATTACK OF THE FIFTY FT. WOMAN) investigate the strange occurrences. Victor Jory is suitably creepy as the head villain. This has some disturbing moments considering its era, and is just offbeat enough to remain consistently interesting. **1/2 out of ****

I purchased a Goodtimes Video of this film in 1989 for $8.99. The jacket promo includes a statement claiming, "Weird scientists murder young girls to prolong life." Ah well, it turns out the jacket is far more exciting than the film. Young inmates of a women's minimum security prison continue to die of "heart failure." This becomes a little too obvious and the handsome young corrections psychiatrist, William Hudson as Dr. Rogers, is called in to investigate. The good doctor finds out that Dr. Murdock (Victory Jory) and the rest of the prison staff are all over 200 years old and must renew themselves from time to time with new life energy. It has been determined that young females are the best sources of this new energy, thus Murdock and his confederates have placed themselves in charge of a women's prison. All ends happily, however, after Dr. Rogers saves his lady love, the kind-hearted social worker Carol, played by Charlotte Austin, from Murdock's murderous clutches. Films such as this must be judged in context to it's genre, the time that it was filmed in (1957), and budget, which in this case it is obvious the budget was very modest. The sets are mediocre, the film is somewhat grainy and production values iffy at best and that is being kind. In short, this is another 1950's era horror / sci-fi B-film which could have been done much better in a different time and with greater financing. Not even the presence of that fine character actor Victor Jory, (a fine player for many years who never received the acclaim he deserved), could lift this one very high, but even with its limitations it is enjoyable to fans of this type of film. Today, the setting and story plot would tempt a director to include nudity and perhaps soft core porno scenes, which would change the tone of the story dramatically and this would be a shame, because the story itself is pretty good. Of course, I am prejudiced. Anything that has to do with time travel interests me greatly and immortality is, to me, a form of time travel. This one is of interest to fans of this type of film only, but don't let that stop you from catching it on late night TV if you can. If nothing else, it is an excellent example of the lesser B films of the era, an era far more interesting to serious students of film than most of the general public today realizes.

While "The Man Who Turned to Stone" may at first look like just another schlocky horror film, it turns out to be highly original and well worth watching! Sure it is a bit schlocky...but most enjoyably so!

The story is set at a women's reformatory. Too many of the young ladies seem to be dying by accidents or suicides and Dr. Rogers decides to look into the matter. Through the course of the film, he learns that the folks running the facility are actually incredibly old...over 200 years old! It seems that they came upon a way to transfer the life essence from a young lady into them...allowing them to seemingly live forever. However, if they don't get the transfer of energy, these folks become mindless and soon turn to mummies (complete with really cool make-up). Can he get to the heart of things before evil Dr. Murdock (Victor Jory) or his minions stop him?

What I really liked about the movie is that they managed to make a ridiculous story idea seem plausible. It also had a well thought out plot and was clever and engaging throughout.

Now that billionaires are becoming increasingly obvious in their ambition to live forever the search for the elixir of youth seems as topical now as it's ever been.

As screenwriter Bernard Gordon was a casualty of the Hollywood blacklist it might not be too presumptuous to read an allegory into 'The Man Who Turned into Stone' for amoral capitalists exploiting innocent youngsters and state-sanctioned abuse of psychiatry.

Students may think that a generation gap divides them from their elders, but that Victor Jory and his ghoulish confederates wear wing collars is a bit of a giveaway; while Ann Doran as a bluestocking with her hair tied in a bun is a worthy antecedent of Alida Valli in 'Eyes without a Face'

THE MAN WHO TURNED TO STONE is a typical B-movie effort from the late 1950s, made amid a welter of similar looking and sounding titles. This one straddles the science fiction and horror genres in the tale of a group of cadaverous men who are prolonging their lives by literally draining the life energy of various unwilling young women, killing them in the process. Victory Jory makes for a suitably gaunt and sinister villain, but the rest of the cast are undistinguished here and the special FX are typically limited to some grey face makeup that reminded me of the cemetery zombie in NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD.

Perhaps I've seen way too many overblown and pretentious would-be cult movies lately, but I really enjoyed "The Man Who Turned to Stone" a lot and therefore I reward it with a rating higher than it probably deserves… The plot of this modest '50s production – courtesy of the legendary Sam Katzman – is definitely interesting and compelling, albeit highly unoriginal and full of holes and illogicalness. Victor Jory leads a group of selfish scientists that discovered the secret to immortality and have been around since the 18th Century. In order to unnecessarily prolong their own precious lives, they need the life-extract of other human beings; preferably fertile young women. And what place is better to scout for fertile yet disposable young women than a women's prison? The administrative employee Carol Adams grows suspicious of all the sudden and unnatural deaths at the prison and receives help from an acclaimed state psychiatrist. Although close to getting caught the alchemists must continue their treatments, otherwise their skins literally petrify… The central idea is quite derivative, as the quest for immortality at the expense of innocent people is an often recurring horror movie theme, but the "turning to stone" aspect is a nifty little gimmick. The film also features the cool sub plot about one of the scientist group members – Eric – being a lot less resistant and in need of receiving the treatment more frequently than the others. It's Eric who often roams around the prison's dormitory at night with a half-stoned face and causing mayhem. The script naturally features many holes and dumb elements as well. Why aren't these alchemists relocating more frequently, for instance, or even more importantly, why aren't they sedating their victims in order to prevent them from screaming their lungs out? The filming location is very unconvincing, as the place doesn't look like a prison but merely resembles a campus college or an all-girls summer camp. At first I even assumed it was a summer camp because two of the leading ladies are talking about boxes of Girl Scout cookies… The acting performances are collectively wooden and uptight, but I admit that's also part of the '50s horror charm. The actor who depicts Eric, Friedrich von Ledebur, is menacing enough and the film never once bored me throughout its (short) running time of 70 minutes.

A motley crew of 240 year old plus crustaceans, led by suave but diabolical doctor Victor Jory, are hanging out at a reform school for teenage girls, who are really in their upper twenties and early thirties. But I digress. It seems that to keep themselves alive, these crumbling pillars of the medical fraternity have to indulge in a little bioelectrical hanky panky from time to time. However, the ruse will soon be up because Miss Goody Two Shoes prison psychologist Charlotte Austin and prison psychiatrist William Hudson, (he being the nasty hubby of poor, dear Allison Hayes in the fifties cult classic "Attack of the 50 Foot Woman") are both determined to put an end to the chicanery that is going on.

As much a B-mystery movie as it is a B-horror movie, "The Man Who Turned To Stone" celebrates a silly script, leaden pacing and granite-like performances except for Jory, and Ann Doran as 1957s foreshadowing of Nurse Ratchet. A minor low-brow effort with little to redeem itself, "The Man Who Turned To Stone" is a cheapie quickie that somehow managed to do respectable box office by virtue of an enticing ad campaign and, much more importantly, a generous television advertising budget at a time when such products rarely got the sort of dollars this one (and its packaged co-feature "Zombies of Mora Tau") received. I know, because in my city it was the television ads flowing out of Buffalo that immeasurably hyped our box office at the Downtown Theatre in Hamilton.

Almost instantly forgettable, "The Man Who Turned To Stone" is a minor, 71 minute artifact that should really have been on the lower half of the double bill package given it's "Zombies of Mora Tau" that displays most of the life.

The aim of becoming immortal is a fairly common theme in horror movies and has been experimented with often. A feature that is often a part of movies that focus on this idea is the central perpetrator killing off living people in order to achieve their aim of immortality, and that's basically what we have with this film. The Man Who Turned to Stone was clearly shot on a budget and is very much a 1950's 'B' picture, but in spite of that this film showcases some good ideas and the plot, while completely lacking in suspense, is at least interesting enough to keep the audience entertained for the duration; although that duration is only seventy two minutes. The plot focuses on a group of scientists that have beaten death by way of keeping the series of chemical reactions that keeps everyone alive going. The downside to this, however, is the fact that in order to keep this going; they have to sacrifice a human life. The scientists are currently residing over a women's prison, and the prisoners are starting to wonder why so many of their number is disappearing...

The script written by Bernard Gordon has its fair number of plot holes, inconsistencies and illogical events; but you have to expect that sort of thing from a fifties B-movie. The film was shot on a budget and it really shows; it looks cheap throughout and nothing about it is particularly outstanding. The plot is definitely interesting in spite of this; and in spite of the fact that it contains very little in the way of tension or suspense. Finding out exactly what is behind the central mystery is really the only thing that manages to keep the film going for most of the duration. The acting is not great either, with none of the little known central cast really impressing. The prison setting is not convincing, with most of the girls being quite happy and there's not a sign of anything restraining them to the building in site. Once the main revelation is out of the way, the film boils down to a rather predictable ending. However, despite all the film's flaws; The Man Who Turned to Stone is at least a fun timewaster and doesn't outstay its welcome.

Man Who Turned to Stone, The (1957)

** 1/2 (out of 4)

Low key Columbia horror film about a 200+ year-old doctor who keeps himself alive by having his assistants kill off girls at a detention center. When his assistants try and turn against him, the man becomes a walking piece of stone and seeks revenge. This is a very low budget movie but it's pretty good throughout due in large part to some strong direction by Laszlo Kardos. The ending is very well done and there's a large amount of atmosphere throughout the picture even though it's really nothing original. The make up effects are also pretty good considering the budget and with the proper lighting the monster too comes off well.

Deaths are occurring far too frequently at a detention home for young women, and some staff are suspicious. Among those who get involved are the sincere psychiatrist Dr. Jess Rogers (William Hudson) and social worker Carol Adams (Charlotte Austin). It turns out that the evil heads of the prison - including Dr. Murdock (Victor Jory) and his associate Mrs. Ford (Ann Doran) - are cruelly, selfishly helping themselves to the bodies of the ladies for some fiendish purpose.

As written, by Bernard Gordon, and directed, by Laszlo Kardos, "The Man Who Turned to Stone" is a routine B movie, no more and no less, and reasonably amusing and entertaining. There's nothing that really stands out about it, other than perhaps the chance to see character players like Jory and Doran in top billed roles for a change. All of the actors play the material with jut jawed conviction. Adding some physical menace to the scenario is Friedrich von Ledebur as the hulking, mute manservant Eric. Hudson is a likable enough hero, and the beautiful Adams is an engaging heroine. Paul Cavanagh contributes a fine performance as Cooper, the most repentant of the antagonists.

There's mostly a lot of talk, and exposition, here. Some of the running time is devoted to watching Rogers read from Coopers' notes. But the movie isn't devoid of action and atmosphere. The actors make it fun enough to watch for a reasonably trim 72 minutes.

Five out of 10.

The real horror is that the fictional setting of a detention center is all too accurate to real life: all punishment, no rehabilitation; administrators who care about their career, and scoring political points, but not the people in their charge; preying upon a vulnerable population who have no recourse with experimentation and abuse; refusal to treat inmates as thinking, feeling adults; and more. Note as well how we learn nothing of the transgressions that landed the inmates in prison; it's as infuriatingly true in 2024 as it was in the 1950s that their offenses may have been "talked back to a man," "refused a man the sex he wanted," or "had a natural miscarriage" just as easily as "stole a loaf of bread to feed a hungry child." It doesn't matter what they did, only that they apparently did something to upset someone who had the will and the lack of scruples to persecute them. To all this add misogyny and condescending paternalism, contemporary notions of psychiatry that are woefully outdated (do also note some ableism), and brazenly thin cover-ups of conspiracies by those who anticipate no accountability. The sci-fi element - the motivation and means of the killings - isn't even necessary, and itself isn't all that far removed from reality when you look at the interests of the wealthy and powerful in real life; the most fictional element in these seventy-two minutes is Dr. Jess Rogers, an outsider who earnestly intends to investigate.

'The man who turned to stone' isn't a stellar exemplar. In keeping with all we expect of science fiction and horror cinema in the 50s, the tone is rather light if not outright passive; the acting is mostly rather even-keeled; violence, death, and discrete genre aspects are heavily reduced, if not altogether sterilized, and reduced to a small corner; the production design and art direction are modest; and so on. The least that can be said is that this was not so cheaply made as to bear the most glaring faults of its brethren, but in a decade that isn't specifically well known for high quality genre fare, it's also not one of the welcome counterexamples. However, though this is not purely thrilling, chilling, or gripping, it's duly well made just as it is. Some sets boast more detail and care more than others, and there's some nice use of lighting. Despite the limitations placed upon them, the cast give suitable performances, and László Kardos' direction can claim some instances of sharp vitality while broadly being solid. Though the "special makeup" is not at all subtle, it's still effective, and the editing that helps to bring it to bear is quite keen. The music may be stock material, but it ably lends some disquieting atmosphere to the proceedings. No, this is no shining beacon, but it's fairly well made, and as events ramp up in the back end it does in fact carry some of the more harrowing vibes that we want from such pictures.

And still, the core value here lies in Bernard Gordon's screenplay. Of course it would be a blacklisted writer, operating under a pseudonym, to strike so pointedly upon these themes and ideas in a 50s genre piece. Oh, if only Gordon could have seen the world of 2024. The story is compelling and disturbing, the scene writing is robust, and even the characterizations can claim some variable strength among all the restrictions of the time. I'm of the mind that very little alteration would be required to update Gordon's screenplay for a remake with modern sensibilities - and in fact, even with everything the feature had going against it (even down to the last minutes we see the gentleness of 50s Hollywood) Gordon provides such firm foundations that the sum total is pretty fantastic. Only by a slight margin is the plot fictional even in the world of almost seventy years ago, and the man was all too aware of it. At length, the result bears unexpected potency, and it's surely one of the better examples of horror and science fiction from the same period. I wouldn't go so far as to say it demands viewership. Yet for every 'King Dinosaur' or 'Attack of the leeches,' there's a 'Colossus of New York' or 'Dementia' that provides balance, and I believe 'The man who turned to stone' belongs alongside the latter. I'm very pleased with how good this is, and happy to give it my hearty recommendation!

Absolutely a classic of the type with a Lurch type man staggering about collecting "girls" for the process. The institution was for girls but none were girls as they looked to be aged from early 20s to early 30s. Nasty matron type women usually have harshly swept back hair and look very prim and proper as was the case here.

Never going to be an Oscar winner but it achieved what the makers wanted to achieve, a bit of a silly horror story with the baddies being suitably weird looking and with foreign accents, as we all know "never trust a man with a foreign accent", at least not in a 1950s film.

Well worth watching for fans of 1950s horror films.

A series of mysterious deaths among the inmates in a women's prison, causes the Social Welfare Officer (Charlotte Austin) to get suspicious. Joined by a state investigator (William Hudson), the two try to uncover the truth behind the deaths.

THE MAN WHO TURNED TO STONE is a combination of the sci-fi-horror and Women In Prison genres. It's also a novel twist on the vampire legend, with mad science thrown into the mix. The scientists themselves aren't very menacing, except for the towering Eric (Friedrich von Ledebur), who is pretty creepy.

As for the "prisoners", they seem more like college coeds than women doing time. Still, they add to the overall charm of the movie.

A harmless way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon...