A plug for commercial exterminators everywhere, William Alland’s titanic hairy spider provided plenty of chills for 1950s drive-ins, delivering exactly the naïve monster thrills teenagers craved. John Agar and Mara Corday do what they can with the clunker script and Jack Arnold’s direction, while Leo G. Carroll saves face by retreating below a rubber mask that makes him look like Droopy Dog. But for fans that like their monsters as big as the Great Outdoors, Clifford Stine and David Horsley’s startling special effects provide a spider-verse of sensational, surreal insect fear.
1955 / B&W / 1:75 widescreen / 80 min. / Street Date April, 2019 / 29,99
Starring: John Agar, Mara Corday, Leo G. Carroll, Nestor Paiva, Ross Elliott, Edwin Rand, Raymond Bailey, Hank Patterson.
Cinematography: George Robinson
Special Optical Effects and Cinematography: Clifford Stine, David S. Horsley
Original Music: Herman Stein, Henry Mancini
Written by Jack Arnold, Robert M. Fresco, Martin Berkeley
Produced by William Alland
Directed by Jack Arnold
Five years after its debut on a Region B German Blu-ray, Universal’s biggest monster creeps and crawls across the Arizona desert and into the hearts of nostalgic monster fans. Jack Arnold seems in too much of a rush to do anything interesting with his actors, but they make an impression anyway; Reynold Brown’s spectacular poster art (which adds an exclamation point to the title) is one of the top monster One-Sheets of the 1950s.
Producer William Alland purloined the premise of Warners’ giant hit Them! and placed it in a budget version of the desert town from It Came from Outer Space. Thus Universal-International took a flyer in the Big Bug business, and launched a hundred film-school treatises extolling the ‘Arnoldian Desert Motif.’ Yet Tarantula works up its own broth of monster thrills and strange poetic effects. While the human characters exchange small talk, a colossal black arachnid stalks the wide-open desert spaces. As big as a mountain, it nevertheless escapes detection and snacks on various peripheral characters in approved monster-on-the-loose fashion.
There’s Trouble in an Arizona City! The denizens of sleepy Sand Rock are unaware of the caliber of disaster INdicated by the presence of a biology lab in their community. Professor Gerald Deemer (Leo G. Carroll) and his two associates have been toying with a radioactive growth-inducing serum, to combat the expected results of overpopulation — epidemics of starvation are predicted to occur in just twenty years (1955 + 20 = 1975). Through a regrettable sequence of events, all three researchers receive injections of their own super-vitamin, resulting in their disfigurement and death from symptoms that look like the disease acromegaly. Deemer’s new assistant Stephanie ‘Steve’ Clayton (Mara Corday) arrives to find Deemer’s lab in disarray. She and the town doctor Matt Hastings (John Agar) discover that a test spider escaped from the lab has grown to gargantuan proportions. It’s roaming the countryside devouring horses, truckloads of beef and the truck drivers as well.
Let me be clear about this… the thing is much larger than your everyday household spider. Jack Arnold’s movie subscribes to the King-Size Canary formula for ’50s monster entertainment: make sure your monster is bigger than last year’s. Led by effects whiz David S. Horsley, the Universal optical department puts a lot of effort into twenty or so angles showing the giant spider striding down highways, knocking over power lines and sneaking up on unlucky motorists. As with the previous year’s giant ants, the outsized crawling bug is accompanied by a loud signature noise that sounds like sizzling bacon. Unlike Warners’ ants, the only practical full-scale part of the spider we see is one hairy palp-fang that smashes through a roof.
What makes things look BIG in movies. Scenes in older 1:37 Academy ratio pictures often suggest a scale bigger than modern widescreen movies. The design geniuses behind Metropolis and King Kong knew how to cheat the scale of our perceptions to make things LOOK REALLY BIG, a skill unknown to the makers of Beginning of the End and The Giant Gila Monster. Here the Universal optical department succeeds most of the time. The monster shots were done by shooting various spiders high-speed (to get the slow motion) and in deep-focus. Miniature landscapes, possibly made of white plaster, were shaped to conform to the contours of the real desert in the live-action footage. Since the performing spiders could only be guided with jets of compressed air, Clifford Stine’s camera team must have burned up a lot of film to get useable footage, and been grateful whenever an angle matched up at all. Then again, the amount of light poured on the miniature sets to obtain the necessary depth of focus, probably made things so hot that the spiders needed little encouragement to walk.
When carefully matted into the picture the spider seems to ‘fit’ the hills and rocks, and even throws a shadow. Perspective issues remain, as the hairy arachnid has a tendency to appear a mile across in the far background, only to shrink to a hundred feet or so when he reaches the foreground.
After all that effort, it looks as though the optical experts weren’t allowed to finesse each and every shot. Several angles show the spider’s legs disappearing into mattes that cut across the sky. In a few shots, parts of the spider are transparent.
But the effect can be stunning. One pre-dawn moment places Universal’s ubiquitous Southern mansion on the right side of the screen, with a real desert horizon dominating the left. Off in the distance we can see the tarantula advancing this-a-way, an Arizona Highways Calendar gone surreal. It might be crawling into our reality from another dimension. He’s a horrifying menace, but still so far away that it’s a bit too soon to panic. I have nightmares like this.
The sight of the spider stepping over an outcropping two or three miles away is undeniably impressive. The most unnerving effect occurs when the giant spider creeps up behind a pair of friendly prospectors. He makes a wonderfully subtle entrance, with one telltale leg silently peeking over the horizon. It’s a scene Salvador Dalí might applaud.
In its most startling entrance, the spider suddenly reveals itself to the cast as they stand by their cars on a stretch of desert road. It crests the hill and then freezes, as if holding still to evaluate its new dining opportunity. Then it resumes its machine-like crawl, accompanied by Henry Mancini’s menace music recycled from This Island Earth.
Lovely Mara Corday has the task of looking concerned while pretending to be an eager research assistant in designer clothes. She has more screen time here than in her other Universal movies, but Arnold’s attempt to make her seem sophisticated, with a ‘professional’ wardrobe, doesn’t play to her strengths. Ms. Corday remains more arresting in her smaller, more sensual parts, such as the mining-town nurse in the same year’s Foxfire.
Viewers in 1955 might have thought some scenes were meant to be intentionally funny, as when the giant spider (partially in its poorly-matched puppet version, the one seen on the poster) imitates King Kong by peeking into Mara Corday’s dressing room through a convenient giant-sized window. Mara strolls to and fro (and even looks in a mirror) but never notices a thirty-foot glittering monster eyeball ogling her only a few feet away. When the spider subsequently climbs on top of the house and proceeds to batter it to pieces, it really appears to be, uh, aroused. The filmmakers had to be aware of this association; at the drive-ins in 1955, it must have been screamingly funny.
It’s neither Corday’s nor John Agar’s fault that the script keeps Matt and Steve far behind the story curve, looking for answers that the audience already has. Dr. Hastings’ scripted reveries about the desert are filler material meant to echo Richard Carlson’s speeches from It Came from Outer Space, but Agar hasn’t the chops to deliver them. Researcher Leo G. Carroll suffers the yokels’ anti-science bias, as when the sheriff slights him with the remark that all scientists are rude. Deemer is presented as sympathetic, but he also buries a colleague out in the desert, almost like Norman Bates from Psycho. Carroll handles a squirming monkey like a pro. But we never understand exactly why his associates would consider ingesting a drug that transforms bunnies and hamsters into ‘sizeable beasts.’ The penalty for overstepping into the domain of Max Factor God is extreme facial humiliation. Leo G. Carroll’s elaborate, Quasimodo-eyed makeup makes Dr. Deemer into a dead ringer for Tex Avery’s Droopy Dog character. Carroll even talks a bit like Droopy.
The useless data recording sheets on which Deemer keeps track of his experimental subjects, are funny in a sort of depressing way — they really are aimed at 6-year olds. So are the wince-inducing scientific explanations that would play well in the nostalgic satire Matinee. In a category by itself are the large pools of chalky white venom that the tarantula leaves behind at various attack sites… could they be a clue? While the wiseacres in the audience make off-color remarks, John Agar’s intrepid country sawbones dips his finger into a puddle and gives it the taste test. What if it’s the acid stuff that the University expert says the spider uses to liquefy its prey? Matt Hastings could end up looking worse than poor drippy-faced Dr. Deemer.
Back in the early ’70s when magazines like Photon tracked down the Universal contractees that made these fantasy and monster pix, producer Alland and director Arnold sometimes had little to say about them, or tried to change the subject. Then Star Wars made fantasy filmdom cool, and these same men rushed to claim creative credit for their work, and the work of others, too. Jack Arnold in particular spoke as if he came up with the ideas and wrote all the scripts on his own. Tarantula did of course originate with a Science Fiction Theater episode Arnold directed called “No Food For Thought.” But that show was also written by Tarantula’s Robert M. Fresco. Arnold also claimed that Tarantula in no way copied Them!, when every kid in America knew better. When trying to get projects going in the 1980s, Arnold had no way of knowing that intense fan scrutiny and the Internet would eventually fact-check every statement he gave to credulous fan interviewers.
Tarantula’s finale could serve as an institutional ad for Du Pont or Dow Chemical. Clint Eastwood (or at least his voice and eyes) is the pilot guiding the Napalm strike that engulfs the spider in an impressive fireball. Unlike other giant ’50s threats, this monster is an easy target. One phone call to your local Air Base does the trick: the bigger they come, the brighter they burn. The movie has always been a favorite of giant monster fans, and fits in there right behind the top ten or so sci-fi offerings of the 1950s.
Scream Factory’s Blu-ray of Tarantula is a good disc of a fun title that U.S. fans have been awaiting for quite a while. Despite its dramatic deficiencies and sundry rough edges, Jack Arnold’s picture delivers the thrills favored by monster-obsessed public.
The image quality is a match for the very good German disc from 2015. With the added detail we can see that the optical experts’ mattes hardly ever matched perfectly. The spider repeatedly appears from behind a false horizon floating slightly above the real one. Yet the perspectives match so well that the illusions still impress. The transfer artistes have adjusted the density to minimize print-through, but can’t disguise shots where lighter areas of the spider, mostly the joints, also become transparent. That said, a couple of shots of rockets impacting next to the spider use very sophisticated mattes, linking the larger-scale explosions to the miniature spider and the larger desert backplate image. The illusion is very good.
Scream Factory has been doing right by their Uni monster commentaries by enlisting expert interviewer and author Tom Weaver. We who have been reading Tom since the 1980s are aware that much of what we know about these pictures comes through him. He doesn’t react to the surreal quality of a giant spider the way I do, but instead emphasizes solid research findings over personal opinions. Weaver prefers the big T to other bug movies because the spider is real, as opposed to a stop-motion puppet, a marionette or a big mock-up. Why anybody would object to the ‘performance’ of the ants in Them! is a head scratcher: even though they’re life-sized mockups of Fiberglas and resin, great camera angles, sound effects and terrific editing bring them to life cinematically.
Tom takes the time to explain producer William Alland’s deplorable record for short-changing the screen credit of his writers, and allowing non-contributors to horn in on writing credits that will make them eligible for unearned residuals. Tom’s explanation for why he never bothered to interview Jack Arnold shows unusual candor — what’s the point of an interview of a person who just makes up self-aggrandizing stories?
For once I listened to all of David Schecter’s music notes. Much of the music in the film originally came from westerns, but we’re told that even though Universal repurposed its own compositions, they were always re-recorded. So the exact cues weren’t used, which is why things like ‘Metaluna Catastrophe’ never sound quite the same. Change a few notes at the end, and a ‘western’ tension piece becomes a ‘sci-fi’ tension piece.
Tom says that Agar and Corday’s characters don’t engage romantically, but we do see them take a cozy hand-in-arm walk to a picnic bench in the park. How do we know that’s not the Sand Rock equivalent of a torrid lunch hour quickie at the Sand Rock motel? We also hear an amusing story about Ms. Corday’s teeth, that isn’t something the publicity boys could do much with. Tom details the contents of missing scenes, including one that at offers a reason for why Deemer’s test tube jockeys are injecting themselves with a crazy growth serum. In another wish-we-could-see-it deleted scene, fighter pilot Clint Eastwood receives an Air Force briefing on his Napalm mission. Although photos of this missing Eastwood scene were scooped on a web board a couple of years ago, the disc’s comprehensive ad art and still galleries don’t include them. The trailer is the fuzzy old example we’ve seen elsewhere.
I’ve got something! Hey, over here! Great Tarantula advertising art makes a marginal appearance in a Cold-War English comedy released the following year, The Iron Petticoat with Bob Hope and Katharine Hepburn. A ways into the picture, an establishing shot of Piccadilly Circus features the oversized, brightly colored marquee for the movie’s London Pavilion engagement, in Technicolor and VistaVision. ← (Image left; open in new window to see full sized.)
The sight of the amazing colossal arachnid stalking over various Arizona horizons possibly inspired a classic Playboy cartoon. Cartoonist Gahan Wilson nailed Tarantula’s surreal gigantism effect in a cartoon published around 1967. Two guys at a tiny highway burger shack stare at the dark hills far away. One of the hills is really a toad-like monster with two gigantic eyes, and it’s crawling in their direction. Realizing that the shack’s neon sign reads “EAT”, one customer says, “My God — do you suppose it can READ?”
Scream Factory is catching up with the entire Universal fantasy catalog for the glorious 1950s, finally releasing several pictures here that have been out in Region B for quite a while. The Monolith Monsters (June 18) and Monster on the Campus (June 25) are on their way, along with the tip-top Sci-fi title This Island Earth (also June 25). That glorious space opera didn’t look particularly good in its Region B release; let’s hope that Universal gives it a proper polish for its domestic Blu-ray debut.
Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
Movie: Very Good (Excellent for Sci-fi monster fans)
Supplements: Tom Weaver commentary, (with Creepy Dr. Kiss and Slippery David Schecter), photo galleries, trailers.
Deaf and Hearing-impaired Friendly? YES; Subtitles: English
Packaging: One Blu-ray in Keep case
Reviewed: April 14, 2019
Text © Copyright 2019 Glenn Erickson
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