Perhaps we spoke too soon when we said gorilla thrillers were getting more mature, more artistically interesting and psychologically complex, in the 1950s. Leave it to none other than Edward D. Wood Jr. to prove us wrong. “The Bride and the Beast” is effectively Wood’s entry into the subgenre, and it’s every bit what you might imagine, right down to the angora sweater.
Comely Laura has just married Dan (who can find his house because he lives on a street with his own name), but before they can get their honeymoon started (in separate beds, of course) Dan’s pet ape – named, I kid you not, Spanky – ravishes Laura. She doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she kind of likes it. Some Hollywood hypnotism later, and Laura remembers a past life where she was the queen of the gorillas. Things are finally starting to make sense. This does not seem like a massive red flag to Dan about his evolving relationship, so he suggests the couple instead honeymoon in Africa, where they can look for clues to Laura’s possible simian identity…
The blessing and the curse of “Bride” is that it feels like four relatively distinct plots crammed into one: a woman marries a man who keeps a gorilla in his basement; a woman was a gorilla in a past life; a Great White Hunter stereotype takes his wife on a honeymoon safari where they run over animals with their car; escaped tigers in Africa, for whatever reason, attack people who don’t look like Africans. We’ve seen variations on some of those before, for better or worse, but others are so batshit insane they feel like they could have only emerged from the mind of Wood.
“Bride” was not actually directed by Wood; rather, we can thank Adrian Weiss for that. It’s kind of fascinating because, without Wood pointing the camera, there’s a level of relative professionalism and intentionality behind the images – but the images are still Wood’s. So a woman is going to marry a man who casually has trap doors in his living room, employs a shirtless manservant and keeps an ape named Spanky in his basement, which is built out of old castle stones, is lit with dripping wall torches and there’s also an ice chest in the corner. Dan is like the world’s weirdest and most pathetic James Bond villain. That’s Wood, pure and simple; but there’s no cardboard tombstones to fall over, and someone on the other side understands the concept of “editing” (the editing was in part by Samuel Weiss). It’s shot like a serious horror film, but it still has Wood’s singular vision and fan fiction level of screenwriting prowess. It’s a mesmerizing jumble.
Adrian Weiss (not Samuel the editor. Or Louis Weiss, who produced – and has a “White Gorilla” connection. It’s also not Adoph, who handled wardrobe. The film bleeds Weisses) appears to have been a real human and not an alias for Wood, but he also seems to have specialized in movies that were built out of other movies, like “Custer’s Last Stand” – a serial edited into a feature – and “Devil Monster” – a silent reedited into a talkie. This might explain why, after that bizarre intro “plot,” there is a massive dump of stock footage in the middle of the film for the next “plot” or so.
The footage comes courtesy of a couple of films, including “Bride of the Gorilla,” which is a much better movie, and something called “Man-Eater of Kumaon.” Both of those films took place on other continents – South America and Asia respectively – so naturally they’re scrambled into this mess as soon as Dan and Laura head to Africa. That’s also when the film becomes an outdoor version of the “clueless people wander around the haunted house” movie, which is understandably the weakest part of the film. Also, the thing about Laura being a reincarnated gorilla goddess is kind forgotten so we can watch Dan wrestle tigers. It is disappointing for this blog, who really wanted to see the weird dungeon gorilla move keep unfolding.
Charlotte Austin as Laura (yet another doomed woman with that name in a thriller) and Lance Fuller as Dan somehow manage to deliver lines like “Do you think Spanky’s afraid of the storm?” with straight faces. Austin seems smoother than Fuller, but still. If that’s not professionalism, I don’t know what is.
Also, that’s Crash Corrigan in the ape costume, apparently for the last time. He’d be in one more movie as an alien, and that was that. He handles the death of Spanky with as much grace and nobility as one could expect a man in a gorilla suit to do in an Ed Wood film, which means he paws a sweater and collapses down a flight of rickety stairs. It’s still a highlight. It’s probably fitting that the last old school gorilla thriller would feature him, and equally fitting that this bizarre subgenre would go out on such a wild note. After all, once you’ve done Wood, what else can you do?