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The Curse of the Cat People

(Gunther von Fritsch & Robert Wise, USA, 1944)

BY KENT JONES | September 10, 2023
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At this crazy moment, when film history is caught in the grip of multiple clichés that grind on and on and on—puerile revenge + empowerment fantasies (pioneered by Quentin Tarantino), a lazy equation between the mass-marketed and the genuinely popular, an even lazier equation between audio-visual entertainment and technological progress—it might come as a shock to revisit Val Lewton’s nine-film horror cycle for RKO in the ’40s. Lewton’s probing, literate, bargain-basement films (budgets around $150K, punishing shooting schedules, B-level stars) are models of narrative and poetic economy. They are also uniquely unsettling. As time goes on and the valence of the world changes, the nature of suspense and narrative urgency changes in turn: what loomed large in 1944 might seem all but unrecognizable in 2023. But when the emotion is felt from within rather than milked from without, it cuts through time like a freshly sharpened scythe.

Of all the titles in the Lewton cycle, The Curse of the Cat People, a 1944 sequel to the Lewton unit’s 1942 smash-hit Cat People, is the most difficult to classify as horror. The principal character is a child named Amy (Ann Carter), plagued not by ghosts or malevolent forces but by a nervous father (Kent Smith) anxious to blot out every indication of “abnormality” in his daughter—along with any mention of his first wife, Irena (Simone Simon), the ill-fated heroine of the earlier film. Amy is also plagued by loneliness. Let’s say that this 6-year-old girl is a poet, and poets are lonely at any age. Let it also be noted that while the screenplay credit goes to DeWitt Bodeen, Lewton himself was the principal writer on The Curse of the Cat People, and that he incorporated more than a few details of autobiographical origin into the narrative.

The magic of Lewton’s films, no matter who’s directing them (this one was started by Gunther von Fritsch and finished by Robert Wise), is found in their unique combination of attributes, so different from everything else around them (still true). They are simple in the very best sense, with a negligible amount of wasted motion. The characters are either openhearted and sincere or lost in a tangle of delusions that result in evil outcomes. The films get maximum impact from a minimum of means—famously, with an expressive and extraordinarily subtle use of darkness and light and an equally extraordinary and refined use of sound. And there is another quality, more delicate and more difficult to describe. Because the tone of these films is so friendly and quiet, the intrusions of evil, upset, despair, or plain sadness are so deeply felt that they reverberate like ringing bells. Each tiny frisson matters, generated within this fierce artistic commitment to a proper depiction of goodness.

Every moment with Ann Carter’s Amy has a quiet emotional force. This has a lot to do with the aforementioned simplicity and directness. Unlike Margaret O’Brien or Peggy Ann Garner, she is not called upon to do anything showy, elaborate, or technically difficult (actually, the same is true of all the actors in Lewton’s films—when they’re working for other producers and directors, they seem to be altogether different human beings). Amy is more a matter of presence than performance, drawn out of what is already there in Carter herself (it was still there in 2006 when I met her in person) through the precision of the writing and the patience of the filmmakers: watchful, intelligent, and sweet, with eyes that register everything with great sensitivity and a deliberate slowness that sets her apart from everyone else in the movie.

The scenes between the lonely little girl and her imaginary friend unfold like a suite of poems, each one thematically related but with a rhythm and a tone of its own. Lewton was extremely shrewd about working within his budgetary limitations. The artificiality of the backyard set where they meet and play isn’t exactly accentuated but is used to advantage. Irena and her magical aura come into being by way of fan-powered gusts of wind, sparkling sequins and tinsel, gentle pans choreographed to beautifully executed lighting cues. Simon’s Irena is a genuinely otherworldly presence, moving gently and imperiously in a storybook frame, dressed in a sparkling gown that looks like it was bought off the rack for $32.50. But the air of chintziness perfectly echoes the vision of a mid-century American child. And the unmistakable undercurrent of mourning, while local to the narrative, carries the sense of massive loss felt during WWII. Alexander Nemerov wrote a book about Lewton, Icons of Grief, from this singular perspective, and I think he was essentially right. Mourning runs through all the great Lewton films, but The Curse of the Cat People seems to embody, unassumingly but in retrospect quite clearly, an aura of dread that had settled over the world like a fine mist.

There are other noteworthy aspects of this film. I love the tamped-down friendliness of the ancillary characters—stepmother (Jane Randolph), teacher (Eve March), and the domestic worker played by the mellifluous Trinidadian calypso singer Sir Lancelot; the storybook invocations of heroic knights and Sleepy Hollow; the exalted ordinariness of the family, their home, their possessions, their relationships. The mirroring story of the addled dowager (Julia Dean) and her embittered daughter (Elizabeth Russell) in the “haunted mansion” down the way (the main set for The Magnificent Ambersons, which Lewton used often) is the least surprising aspect of the film, and the resolution of its separate plotline clogs up the narrative in the final stretch. All the same, this sad psychodrama is affecting and deeply human, and it adds another layer of emotion to one of the few films ever made that stays true to the capacity for wonder, the vulnerability and the durability of childhood. 🩸

KENT JONES

is a filmmaker and writer in pre-production on his next film, My Ship.

How to see The Curse of the Cat People:

The film is also available on various DVD versions and a Blu-ray from Shout! Factory.
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