From the director who later gave the world CASABLANCA (ahem), DOCTOR X is a lot of fun for a while but ultimately its many inherent flaws catch up with it. The titular Doctor (Lionel Atwill, naturally) seems promisingly sinister or capable but ultimately accomplishes nothing except getting some people murdered (unintentionally!). The alluring central murder mystery (lunacy! brain surgery! cannibalism!) has to cheat to deliver a twist. Entirely too much time is invested in a nonsensical and irritating romantic subplot (siiiiiiigh) involving the incredibly off-putting pencil-necked male lead Lee Tracy. I've seen him in other early 30s flicks but once Spencer Tracy and Jimmy Cagney arrived on the scene, Hollywood thankfully showed Lee the door.
I don't think I was even aware that DOCTOR X was shot and initially released in Technicolor until I started watching it and read the title card about Industrial Light & Magic's work to restore the original visuals. Heck, DOCTOR X is so saturated with lurid color (mostly green), it might as well be the first Argento-style giallo! I turned off my brain after a while and just enjoyed looking at it.
...well, Michael Curtiz was good at putting his budget onscreen, anyway.
playing "cannibals", WOZ would be no more objectionable than any other cannibal movie of the pre-Italian era (there's no animal cruelty, anyway) because let's face it, there have been places on Earth where people eat the flesh of other people. But like the mindboggling Fake documentaries of Jacopetti and Prosperi, WEST OF ZANZIBAR can't just rest at plausible cannibalism - it is has to contrive a melodramatic premise of its African tribe, one that feels made-up because it almost certainly is made-up just to upset sheltered white audiences. Yes, these 200 black actors aren't interested in eating human flesh - they are just single-mindedly and dogmatically committed to burning people alive under a highly specific set of circumstances from which they staunchly refuse to permit any exception.
Again, the entire plot focuses on this hysterical contrivance and all of the film's "horror" depends upon it. So, that's pretty racist and silly.
with Lon Chaney Sr. as an illusionist performing a magic show. Chaney looks absurd and acts bizarrely but after only about 5 or so minutes he is betrayed and performs a jaw-dropping stunt (irl, not in his magic show) that will compel his character's complete transformation and move the plot forward about 20 years. When we meet Chaney again, he's hanging out deep in the jungle of the Congo, he looks completely different, and - most significantly - he's now giving the most convincing, grounded, dramatically compelling performance of his career. I guess you could think of him as Prof. Charles Xavier's other evil twin - not Cassandra Nova but another bald paraplegic who has now committed his life to venting his spleen on humanity instead of striving for equality or something. The Phantom of the Opera is cool and all, but this is Chaney's keynote role, no question.