Screaming Mimi (film)
| Screaming Mimi | |
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Theatrical release poster
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| Directed by | Gerd Oswald |
| Produced by |
Harry Joe Brown Robert Fellows |
| Screenplay by | Robert Blees |
| Based on |
The Screaming Mimi 1949 novel by Fredric Brown |
| Starring |
Anita Ekberg Philip Carey Gypsy Rose Lee Harry Townes |
| Music by | Mischa Bakaleinikoff |
| Cinematography | Burnett Guffey |
| Edited by |
Gene Havlick Jerome Thoms |
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Production
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Sage Productions
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| Distributed by | Columbia Pictures |
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Running time
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79 minutes |
| Country | United States |
| Language | English |
Screaming Mimi is a 1958 film noir directed by Gerd Oswald, and based on the novel by pulp novelist Fredric Brown. The film features Anita Ekberg, Philip Carey, Gypsy Rose Lee, among others. It has never received an official video release in the U.S.
In the opening scene set in Southern California, while Virginia Wilson (Anita Ekberg) is taking an outside beach shower, an escaped madman from the sanitarium shows up. He stabs her dog, Rusty [Devil was the name of her second dog], attacks her and is then shot to death by her stepbrother, Charlie (Romney Brent), with a rifle.
After the attack, Virginia is committed to a sanitarium. The psychiatrist falls in love with her. He fakes her death, and they go on the lam. Virginia ends up dancing at the El Madhouse night club run by Gypsy Rose Lee. Lee performs "Put the Blame on Mame," the classic noir theme from the film Gilda.
All the while Virginia is being stalked by a serial killer.
Richard W. Nason, film critic for The New York Times, wrote, "It is a modern case of an artist's unintended voodoo over a girl who undergoes a traumatic experience. It is an effective film of its kind, thanks to some reflective dialogue by Robert Blees and a sense of suspense on the part of Gerd Oswald, the director. Anita Ekberg, who does more acting here than before, is the star. Gypsy Rose Lee and Phil Carey are also on the ball."
Film critic Dennis Dennis Schwartz gave the film a mixed review, writing, "This twisted thriller is a scream in all the wrong ways ... The film is badly handled by the lackluster direction of the German born filmmaker Gerd Oswald ... who fails to make it provocative despite it screaming out to be provocative ... Everything about this unhinged '50s B-movie is a bit kinky, and even the reporter hero is an obnoxious sort who is taken by Yolanda because of her big boobs and is generally perceived as an unlikable pushy know-it-all character, who seems to be in love with himself. While Greenwood is so shrill and acts so wooden and crazed, that it's hard to imagine that he's a shrink. It's a delusional film that seems fit for fetishists, voyeurs, those seeking a lurid oddball film with innovative noirish B/W photography by the great Burnett Guffey and, is especially suited, for lovers of bad-movies."
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