Voodoo Island (1957)
Directed by Reginald Le Borg; written by Richard H. Landau
Here's a Boris Karloff film, which features movie-style voodoo practiced on an island in the Pacific, instead of in its proper place in the Caribbean.
Wait a minute; didn't I just watch this? Oh, yeah, that was Snake People (1971). Never mind.
You can tell this is a 1950's movie, because there's a lot of theremin music, particularly at the start, to give us an eerie mood. We begin with what seems to be a really obvious model of a tropical island with some buildings on it, and we laugh at how cheap this movie is going to be. Surprise! It turns out that this really is a model, of a proposed hotel to be built on the island in question. There's one little problem, however. Of the folks who were sent out to scout around the place, only one came back, and he was found washed up on another island in a seemingly zombified state. Enter professional skeptic Karloff, who gets hired by the filthy rich hotel magnate to figure out what's going on.
Karloff insists on bringing the zombie along. Making up the rest of the party is a company doctor, to keep an eye on the zombie; a company troubleshooter; Karloff's very pretty but no-nonsense young assistant; and the company's chief designer, a stylish, elegant, slightly older woman. Amazingly for 1957, it's made pretty clear that the designer is attracted to Karloff's assistant. This isn't just my dirty mind; a little research reveals that this was one of the films shown on TCM during their "Screened Out" series, in conjunction with a book of the same name about gays in movies. (During one scene between these two women, the older one classy and the younger one lovely but mousy, the wisecrack I made to myself was "This is a weird version of Carol.")
During this early scene we get our first hint of the truly weird things this movie is going to throw at us from time to time, as one of the model plants starts to bleed. There doesn't even seem to be a supernatural explanation for this, and at times the film is nearly surrealistic.
But at other times it's mighty tedious. It takes a long time to get to Voodoo Island. (I'm going to call it that, anyway.) Along the way the plane our heroes are in runs into some bad weather (even though we're told they are no storms within 500 miles -- more unexplained weirdness) and radio trouble. (This gives us a chance to see a very young but unmistakable Adam West in his first film role as a radio guy.) Eventually we get to an island that is near Voodoo Island, where we meet two more major characters. One is our designated romantic lead, who drinks a lot because he is haunted by guilt. The other is Elisha Cook, Jr., always a pleasure to see, as the romantic lead's employer, who is as scared as a rabbit over the taboo forbidding anyone to go to Voodoo Island, but who soon changes his tune when he finds out he stands to make tons of money if the hotel gets built.
After a bunch of slogging through the jungle, the movie takes a wild left turn into a completely different kind of horror movie. Will we see some more voodoo? Will some of our heroes perish? Will somebody wind up a zombie? Will one of the two women go skinnydipping and be attacked by something? Will the beautiful but Spock-like assistant fall in love with the romantic lead, or will she fall into the arms of the designer? (Hint: This is 1957.)
Voodoo Island has enough weirdness going on to make it worthwhile to wait patiently through many dull stretches. It's got a good cast, and some interesting characters, as well as some really silly special effects near the end.