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Deep-Fried Cheese: Movie Review – The Alligator People (1959)

by Jason Grooms

Have you ever worked with someone and thought, “I wonder if they have anything interesting or strange in their past or maybe there’s a deeply repressed memory in there somewhere?”  Well if you worked in Dr. Lorimer’s office, had a degree in psychiatry and a handy dandy syringe full of sodium pentothal, you would be in for a world of fun.  Not only that, but your coworker will smile and say, “Why wouldn’t I be ready for my ‘session.’” But what happens if you learn in that session that your coworker had a seriously screwed-up former life that was so traumatic, so unbelievable that she had buried it somewhere deep and dark under a Donna Reed exterior?  You shoot her up and record the fun of course!
“I really need some Pro-Active Solution.”

The Alligator People is more than just a raving 50’s B classic from director Roy Del Ruth featuring some classic man-monster action.  It’s also a must see for fans of the classic horror legend Lon Chaney Jr.

The story opens with a psychiatrist named Dr. Erik Lorimer (Bruce Bennet) telling a colleague about his amazing assistant, but he wasn’t discussing her incredible transcribing skills as you might expect.  Instead he is describing her completely repressed former life and how he discovered it using measly injections of dangerous drugs.

The heroine, Joyce Webster (or Jane Marvin, depending on whether you ask before or after the mind-altering drugs) is played by Beverly Garland of Scarecrow and Mrs. King fame.  Her story is one of pain, betrayal, suffering, and good old fashioned WTF?

Before she became a trained nurse, Joyce was once a blushing bride.  On their honeymoon train ride, her husband Paul (Richard Crane) receives a mysterious telegram that causes him to mysteriously, and without explanation, disappear at the very next stop.  As it turns out, years earlier during the great war (WWII) Paul was involved in a terrible plane crash which caused injuries rendering him almost unrecognizable.

Unbeknownst to his wife, he had volunteered for a super secret experiment in which the scientist, Dr. Sinclair (George Macready) infused his subjects with alligator DNA to help them attain amazing reptilian powers of regeneration.  The good news is it gives the subjects the ability to heal from almost unimaginable injury.  The bad news is that it also causes them to slowly transform into terrible mutants.

"What's the matter baby? Is there something in my teeth?"

After the disappearance of her fiance from the mutant express, the lovely Joyce sets out on a journey to find her husband, who apparently she knows next to nothing about except that he once lived at the Cypresses Plantation.

When she reaches his childhood estate, she meets Manon (Lon Chaney, Jr.), a worker at the estate, along the road who warns her that the swamp is no place for a girl like her, and that the “damn slimy gators” will eat her alive as soon as look at her.

The Cypresses turns out to be an estate run by Mrs. Lavinia Hawthorne (Frieda Inescort) who is eventually revealed as Paul’s mother and who runs an extremely tight [lipped] household.  The telegraph that Paul received was to warn him that the treatment was a failure and that he would soon be turning into a reptilian mutant.  He is so ashamed of his new, scaly visage that he hides himself from his love and convinces his whole family to take part in the murky charade.

Nothing goes together like moonshine and radioactive experiments.

One night as Joyce tries to deal with the reality that she may never know what happened to her new husband, a strange figure tracks mud onto the beautifully manicured carpet downstairs and begins playing a haunting piano solo.

When Joyce investigates, she smells a rat (or reptile as the case may be.)  Eventually she decides that she has to take matters into her own hands tromps into the swamp looking for Paul.  Unfortunately, all she finds is a drunken Manon who does his best to bed the fair maid in his picturesque swamp shack.

After tripping over a few obviously-sedated gators and more than one African python, the blond beauty makes it back to the estate and convinces the good doctor to try a risky new experiment to save her beau.

Unfortunately, in the middle of the incredibly sensitive radiation treatment, Manon returns even more drunk than before and botches the whole procedure, effectively turning the only-slightly mutated Paul into a full on gator-headed freak.

I won’t give away the ending, but I will say that the whole thing ends in a strange pseudo-ethical debate between Joyce’s employers about whether to tell her the truth or let her go on blindly oblivious.

If for nothing else The Alligator People is definitely worth a watch to catch Lon Chaney going all whiskey-crazy no less than twice and for the kick-ass rubber gator head donned by Paul towards the end.

The Alligator People (1959)

 

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5 comments for “Deep-Fried Cheese: Movie Review – The Alligator People (1959)

  1. Dave Umbricht
    March 17, 2011 at 12:46 pm

    Hey at least it’s an “original” monster. you can only watch so many Mummy sequels.

  2. March 17, 2011 at 12:49 pm

    Agreed. I never really understood the fear of mummy’s anyway. They’re slow and wrapped in lantern wicks. Like a walking torch.

    • March 17, 2011 at 10:05 pm

      Hey guys! Need I remind you that Arnold Vosloo as Imhotep in The Mummy (1999) was anything but slow!

      Of course, he was really scared of cats (would that make him a catty-scared?). But then, so were the bad ass shapeshifters in Sleepwalkers! 🙂

  3. March 19, 2011 at 11:35 am

    I smell a podacst topic for you guys – fast vs. slow. Fast mummies, fast zombies. Is speed better? Or does it really just kill.

    • March 19, 2011 at 2:21 pm

      That is a great idea! I personally subscribe to the “slow” zombies are better argument. Okay, here it goes: First, zombies are dead (duh!), so between rigor mortis and the decaying process, they wouldn’t be moving very fast, at least, not for long. Second, you let your guard down and get cocky with the slow ones. Then, before you know it, your trapped in an inescapable, confined space (e.g. an elevator, stairwell, a tank, etc.)and then there you are, surrounded by hundreds, nay thousands, of the goo-oozing buggers and it’s chow time. It’s like comparing the terror that creeps up on you as opposed to a quick, sudden strike.

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