“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds."
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Cocaine Fiends (1936)
aka The Pace That Kills
How bad is it? It's the pits. Should you see it? Not really.
Another Dwayne Esper film, this time chronicling what (supposedly) happens when you take cocaine. The best thing in the film is the name of the Dead Rat Cafe. The worst thing is a prop window slamming shut by itself in the middle of a scene; the actors stop, stunned, then go on as nothing happened. They didn't bother to reshoot! I kept staring at the window, expecting something to happen there, but, of course, nothing does. This is one of the least interesting of Esper's many films from 1936-37.