Review – The Ghoul (1933)

This old thriller gets off to a great start. Boris Karloff plays a dying Egyptologist whose last wishes involve a lot of bizarre rituals including being buried clasping a priceless jewel in his hand. Greedy servants, acquaintances and heirs worm out of the woodwork to get their hands on the gem. Do I even have to tell you that when the old guy comes back from the dead with no amulet to get him past Anubis, he isn’t exactly in the best of moods? Unfortunately, the great set-up is followed by, well, nothing. The characters bicker. The plot meanders. They try to put together a whodunit, but it turns out to be more of a whocareswhodidit. What a waste of a good premise. Oh, and the production is also plagued by a host of shots so dark that it’s impossible to tell what’s going on. See if desperate