Starring: Janet Smith, George Hastings, and Arthur Shields

Runtime: 1 hr 11 mins

Director: Edgar G. Ulmer

I feel like I’m about to half-ass this. Friends, I zoned out while trying to watch this. This time around, Dr. Jekyll had a daughter. I say “had” because there is technically no Dr. Jekyll in this movie. Well, there was a Dr. Jekyll in spirit? Yes, there was a Dr. Jekyll in spirit because, in this movie, he is dead (much like he was when we talked about his son a few posts back). Dead, and that Jerkface McGillicuddy didn’t leave me anything. Oh sure, he left his daughter a bunch of money and his fancy estate. Me? Nada. Not even a quarter for the payphone.

Anyway, I was so bored. I was so bored that my mind started wandering, and I found myself jolting back into attentive mode, only to realize I really didn’t know what was actually going on. I got the gist. And because the gist is the major reveal at the end of the movie, I can’t even share it, just in case someone wants to watch it later.

Even though this wasn’t for me, it doesn’t mean it’s not worth a watch. I’m assuming. I zoned out, remember? So, maybe you should watch it. Maybe. Or not, I dunno.

I was bored! That’s all I know. Or I’m uncultured. Both can be true.

Siemelle