Film

The Mad Doctor of Market Street

Name: The Mad Doctor of Market Street
Genre: Horror, Comedy
Released: 1942
Cast: Lionel Atwill, Una Merkel, Nat Pendleton, Claire Dodd, Anne Nagel

Fantasy

A 1942 horror-comedy about a fugitive mad scientist attempting to resurrect the dead for superstitious South Sea Islanders. It's a delightfully uneven B-movie that lurches between genuine creepiness and slapstick, powered by Lionel Atwill's theatrical menace and the film's cheerful disregard for tone. Perfect for fans of studio-era horror who like their scares seasoned with accidental laughs.

TMDb rating

2.8

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