Dracula’s Daughter

Movie Information

The Thursday Horror Picture Show will screen Dracula's Daughter on Thursday, March 1, at 8 p.m. in the Cinema Lounge of The Carolina Asheville and will be hosted by Xpress movie critics Ken Hanke and Justin Souther.
Genre: Horror
Director: Lambert Hillyer (The Invisible Ray)
Starring: Otto Kruger, Marguerite Churchill, Gloria Holden, Edward Van Sloan, Irving Pichel, Gilbert Emery
Rated: NR

Dracula’s Daughter (1936) marked the end of an era. It’s the last of the original 12 Universal horror movies that started five years earlier with Dracula (aptly enough), and it’s never really gotten its due. Sure, it’s not quite the big finish you might wish for. It’s not even the film that was originally planned—that would have been a big-budget affair directed by no less than James Whale and starring Bela Lugosi—but the always-shaky Universal fortunes brought that idea to a grinding halt. (Legend has it that the studio actually paid Lugosi more not to be in Dracula’s Daughter when the original version was canceled than they’d paid him for Dracula.) What we got instead was a snappy, first-rate (if lower-tier) A picture that had only one real drawback: No big name horror star, which is almost certainly why it has tended to be undervalued. In every other respect, it’s a pretty terrific horror picture with the best hero (Otto Kruger) and heroine (Marguerite Churchill) of any classic horror. In fact, their roles—written in something of the style of a screwball comedy by Garrett Fort—pointed in a new, more adult direction for the genre. (How that would have played out will never be known, since this was the end of the line for the original Universal horror era.) It also had an impressive Countess Dracula in Gloria Holden, and a super-creepy henchman for her in Irvin Pichel. Throw in stylish, fast-paced direction from Lambert Hillyer (who had proven himself adept at the genre with The Invisible Ray earlier that year) and a top-notch musical score from Heinz Roemheld, and you have a horror movie to remember.

The idea for the film is that it picks up right where Dracula ended—with some convenient changes. (Well, the changes are more convenient for the screenwriters than anyone else.) The most notable alteration is that the other characters from the first film are nowhere to be found (well, there’s an obvious dummy who looks precious little like Lugosi in Dracula’s earthbox). If they were, they would presumably speak up in defense of Prof. Van Helsing (Edward Van Sloan) when he gets charged for murder. Or maybe they don’t recognize the name, because another change is that Van Helsing seems to have turned from Dutch to German this round, becoming Von Helsing. Regardless, it’s an interesting angle to explore just what the legal ramifications might be for driving a stake through someone’s heart.

The legal aspects of the story never get fully explored, though, because a mysterious woman (guess who?) makes off with Dracula’s body in order to perform some strange—and pretty creepy—ritual that involves cremating the old boy. The idea—she believes—is that this will free her from the “curse of the Draculas,” and allow her to lead a normal life. Naturally, this is an unfounded notion, though, goodness knows her grim sidekick, Sandor (Irving Pichel), is no help at all—constantly undercutting her attempts to play “normal music,” which in this case is Chopin. She has only to mention “the flutter of wings in the treetops” for the ever-helpful Sandor to enthuse, “The wings of bats.” It might not be very helpful to her, but it results in one of the film’s strongest scenes from the viewer’s perspective.

The film shifts gear noticably at the introduction of Dr. Jeffrey Garth (Otto Kruger) and his assistant Janet Blake (Marguerite Churchill)—and it’s a change that doesn’t appeal to everybody. I suspect—but have no way of proving—that this sophisticated, bickering couple is a hold-over from the screenplay R.C. Sherriff had been working on when this was to be a James Whale film. Certainly, Whale had had enough of the horror genre (brilliant as it is, Bride of Frankenstein expresses this) and the idea of combining it with sophisticated comedy would undoubtedly have appealed to him as a way of making it more palatable. It could also have been a bridge to a very different kind of horror picture—one where the typically rather uninteresting romantic leads became more an asset than a necessary evil—but it took place at the wrong time, since horror films would be dead in the water for the next few years. 

I’ve always liked the comedic material in Dracula’s Daughter, though I know people who find it intrusive. Frankly, I think it adds to the tension of the horrific scenes. And it certainly adds to the tension at the end of the film, since for a change it’s actually possible to care what happens to the “straight characters” for more reasons than because they’re simplistically the good guys. That was often a problem with early horror pictures. The heroes and heroines were typically pretty insipid. Here, that’s been changed.

It helps, though, that the film is not lacking in horror scenes that work on a straight horror basis. The most famous, of course, is the scene where Countess Dracula—or Countess Marya Zaleska, as she calls herself—tries to resist her vampiric inclinations by painting a girl (Nan Grey) Sandor picks up off the street. The sequence has become the best known thing in the film partly because of its pronounced lesbian overtones (which somehow got past the censors), but it’s also just wonderfully atmospheric in both its staging and shooting.

The film’s ending—despite a somewhat silly intrusion of typical (movie-wise) scared Transylvanian peasants—is exciting and effective and manages to make the proceedings have far more emotional resonance than we’re used to in these films. All in all, the film is a fine fadeout on what many still consider the best period the horror genre ever had. That things would never be quite this way again, however, makes it a slightly bittersweet experience.


About Ken Hanke
Head film critic for Mountain Xpress from December 2000 until his death in June 2016. Author of books "Ken Russell's Films," "Charlie Chan at the Movies," "A Critical Guide to Horror Film Series," "Tim Burton: An Unauthorized Biography of the Filmmaker."

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