Arliss Clocks Laughs As Voltaire

Here's where I (again) sing George Arliss praises. I don't know another before-camera artist so meticulous, so knowing of just what registered best to moviegoers he never saw. Ringing applause over years on stage taught Arliss what effects worked best, so imagining on-set how a thousand-strong would later react came easy to him. A laugh line had no greater master. Who knew Voltaire was funnier than most that worked at comedy? I recently watched on TCM for a third or so time, and still had forgot how effective this played. Arliss for me occupies a small clutch of players whose stuff is evergreen-watchable, his well of tricks' bottom so far (by me) unreached.

What producer would today back a theatrical release about Voltaire? Past no one knowing who he was, there's anchorage of powdered wigs, poufy sleeves, etc. Arliss makes grand sport with these. Few wore costumes with such aplomb. Bits he does with props is joy unbound for watching. Quill pens, coffee service, a snuff box --- all put before GA to grand comic effect. Arliss was live action's Popeye for a throwaway line, an under-spoke aside (maybe the animated sailor, arriving in 1933, learned from George). Those unacquainted with Arliss err in assuming he was a serious ac-tor, with pitfalls that entailed. Not so. He was light and deft and readier with a quip than most clowns who tried harder. Seeing Voltaire in a crowded house would be some kind of blast. Talk about laughter as contagion --- I didn't measure Arliss pauses for crowd reaction, but I'll bet he factored them in more precisely than even Hope and Crosby later would.

Negative cost of Voltaire was $310K. That was top-end expense for Warners in 1933. Only Busby Berkeley musicals and one or two others cost more. But George Arliss was a money star. I found none of his entered in red ink save Alexander Hamilton (and that barely below break even). Voltaire returned $765K in world rentals. Euro revenue was always stout for Arliss. In fact, he was Warner's #1 man for overseas income. So how is it Arliss clicked as well with gum-poppers over here? Maybe it was common touch he applied despite uber-Brit-ness and high flown diction. They knew GA wasn't taking any of it too seriously and was there after all to show humblest of us a good time, which he surely did, in spades.

Voltaire sets were designed by Anton Grot. He should be credited as much as any director for the look of Warner output. Grot made program pictures look like specials. Voltaire used furniture and period knick-knack from 1927's When A Man Loves, according to Robert Fell's fine book, George Arliss: The Man Who Played God. Did Warner brothers collect antiquities during Euro trips like MGM execs? The latter was said to have gathered much across ponds for use in studio historicals. WB wouldn't attach undue importance to Voltaire and kin --- it runs only 72 minutes --- other Arlisses came in even under that (The King's Vacation an hour long). Notable too is how briefly Voltaire and kin stayed in Depression theatres, two days an average with bills shared by news of the day, a cartoon, whatever extras could make a dime seem money's worth.

There was confidence enough not to mislead patrons beyond adding The Affairs Of ... before the title. His public surely knew that whatever affairs an Arliss as Voltaire engaged would be political ones, romance confined as often was case to his being Dan Cupid for younger players. A WB pressbook made suggestions for selling, these not necessarily heeded, though I'd like to think at least a few showmen tied-in with book merchants to promote The Best Known Works Of Voltaire in its bargain-priced eight volume edition. Arliss was a modern Voltaire after all, his dialogue mightier than swords wielded by other leading men. You'd not accuse 30's patronage of narrow tastes so long as Arliss clicked. I'm only surprised Voltaire was his last at Warners. Did GA, like George Bancroft at Paramount, price himself out of contract renewal? WB would blanch at terrific receipts rival Twentieth-Century Pictures took with The House Of Rothschild and two further Arliss hits the newly-formed and Zanuck-run company produced (according to Fells' book, Warners lodged complaint before the Academy Board for 20th having conducted a "talent raid").

Publicity positioned Arliss as a stickler for dignity and decency, and indeed, his vehicles could as easily have fallen to either side of Code enforcement without notice. Said Voltaire's press release: He allows nothing suggestive or vulgar to appear in any production with which his name is to be associated. He never swears on the screen. Acknowledging GA as being human however, he has been known to do so in real life. Interesting here was WB having forgotten Arliss' "She would probably have been a damn nuisance" curtain line from 1930's The Green Goddess, a finish that surely would have been modified had Code edicts been observed that year as resolutely as they would be after mid-1934.

The Watch List For 5/21/13

THE BLACK BIRD (1926) --- My standing rule re Chaney reads thus: All footage with him is of interest, even scraps off the floor. Does any personality other than senior Lon command rapt attention for mere fragments when they're rediscovered? I'm reminded of bits that Kevin Brownlow put into his LC documentary to which there was keen reaction --- a reel from otherwise missing Thunder, a snippet of Chaney on a dance floor --- whatever exists of him is precious. Talk all we please about weakness of his MGM features, not exempting ones directed by legend Tod Browning, it's still Chaney, and he compels whatever aridness of surroundings. The Black Bird is actually one of the better ones. Lon performs again in dual capacity, so there's two flavors of bizarre, one face a familiar crook guise, the other a twisted twin with deformity to take breath away from even Chaney-goers who'd seen his 999 other faces.

Turns out both are the same Chaney of course, his transforms back and forth a chance to observe Jekyll-Hyding on LC's part that make us regret he never played that role. Merciful heavens --- did Lon throw an arm and leg out of joint to enact his cripple here? Audiences might have thought so for body gymnastic done head-to-toe before us --- show me animal or vegetable that could enact this so chillingly. The story is pulpy and flat ludicrous at times, but who complains when it's genuine oddity of Browning in author plus director mode? He must have lived at least partial of this stuff in medicine show days when god knows what routinely went on. We imagine guys like Tod and Lon knew life at least somewhat as folks now, though I'd say from reading bios --- not. It's peculiarity of backstage beginnings that make what they do on and behind cameras so utterly compelling. Chaney and Browning represent a silent other-world not to be approached by movies, or moviegoers, again.

36 HOURS TO KILL (1936) --- G-Man Brian Donlevy poses as newshound to get goods on public enemy Douglas Fowley. Gloria Stuart's along for the train ride, on which Stepin' Fetchit is a slow-wit porter. All aboard, then, for a competent hour long (give or take) Fox B, recently out from their On-Demand program (quality excellent). 36 Hours is half set on rails, this occurring to me as perfect alibi for cramped sets and budget reigned tight. Donlevy in (comparative) youth was a livelier wire than later heavies and Professor Quatermass he did, being an FBI man here, though not designated as such. Did the Bureau nix Fox's use of their ID? A kind of story writers must have dreamed up Thursday afternoon in order to collect paychecks on Friday, but tol'able because of good people that play it. Having such back in circulation is a kick, for when was the last time TV outlets showed 36 Hours To Kill?

BULLDOZING THE BULL (1938) --- What a high wire Popeye walked, and for such a run of first-quality cartoons from his intro in 1933 till Paramount 86'ed the Fleischers nine years later. It's subjective, I know, but my separation of duds from the lot came to less than a handful, this out of a prolific total of over 100. An "average" Popeye tends to be any other cartoon series' "outstanding." Heaven-sent was TV packaging of the lot to syndicated television in 1956. Stations that played them handily won time slots, whatever the competition. Black-and-white Popeyes were among last to fall before TV's scorched earth transition to all-color, littlest kids knowing that early ones were the best. I remember at five years recognizing the open-close ship doors as prelude to favorites. Bulldozing The Bull has Popeye verbal asides in abundance, a bombard of wit that I understand was oft ad-libbed. What genius it took to elevate, again and again, a formula that would calcify in hands less capable than the Fleischers (and indeed did once Para took over to make them in-house). Warners' three DVD volumes are one-and-all treasures.

THE WAGONS ROLL AT NIGHT (1941) --- Humphrey Bogart was by now a star, just not a romantic star, so still did loser leads where someone else got the girl and he'd die for a finish. Next-up The Maltese Falcon would begin rescue from all that, and no more would Bogart be shoehorned into pics his kind of persona had little/no business in, like westerns, cornpone musicals, even horror. Here he is at circus management, wrangling lions and tamers of same, Wagons a remake of Kid Galahad wherein E.G. Robinson was more believably the guy multiple women spurn. When a story was good, Warners kept it coming, with sometimes mere seasons between update. Sweet-sixteen Joan Leslie does intense emoting with Bogie, gets slapped by him ... I'll have to dig up interviews where she tells what that was like. Jungle cats take the place of Galahad's gangland menace, Eddie Albert assuming the naïf part done first by Wayne Morris. Mauling scenes we demand of such pics are lovingly rendered, Bogie's double getting a face-full of claw. Wagons was of a sort that made the star grouse loudest, but it's efficient by marginal-A ways and does neither he nor good support players discredit. Warner Archives' remastered DVD is fine.

UPDATE: BIRTH BACK TO NORTH CAROLINA --- Thanks to generous offices of Mike Cline, proprietor of the outstanding Then Playing site, we have another sampling of Birth Of A Nation as an ongoing theatre attraction. In this instance, it's Salisbury, N.C.'s State Theatre, where BOAN began a two day encore bow on 5/19/40. Had 100 million people actually seen it by 1940? Not sure how the calculation was arrived at, but it makes good ad copy, and it's sure that Griffith's epic had by then achieved legend status among several generations. It seemed everyone would catch the wonder show eventually, one way or the other. Then Playing's Cline has researched the Birth rate in Salisbury and found it getting repeated runs there, all the way up to the 1960's and remarkable place among dusk to dawn drive-inning Ma and Pa Kettle At Waikiki, The Road To Denver, Son Of Sinbad, and Escape To Burma. Now there's an ozoner night for the books ...

The Art Shop Watch For 5/18/13

SOCKING OVER SLEAZE --- You'd think these were 50's paperback covers at first glance, but it's actually a Warner combo circa '54 for brass knucklers representing last gasp of a B unit the studio was fazing out. Output from WB slowed drastic from 28 features in 1953 to only 20 in 1954 (not including reissues), part of an overall cutback as the industry assumed a long-run, if not blockbuster, mentality. Cinemascope was part responsible for changed attitudes; in any case, small pics like Crime Wave and Duffy Of San Quentin got the hook. You could sell these as "shockers" for violent content, if not sex lure indicated in this ad that wouldn't (couldn't under a still-enforced Code) show up on screen. I just looked at Crime Wave and don't recall Scream Baby, I Don't Mind anywhere in dialogue. There are "Gutter-Guns" on view, I suppose, but no "Gang-Girls." Still, Crime Wave is a honey (haven't yet seen Duffy). Shot in latter months of 1952 (November/December), but held for January '54 release, Crime Wave was among few (any?) full-frame Warner pics playing off in an otherwise 1.85 season. Titled Don't Cry, Baby, then The City Is Dark before and during production, the project was initially set for Humphrey Bogart, as would be months-later The System, but HB was turning away everything Warners tendered, so sour was he after years of servitude.

Eventually labeled Crime Wave thus went on B schedule to be produced by Bryan Foy, who was seasoned at these. Directing Andre De Toth had two weeks and a low budget (neg cost a piddling $377K, by far a WB lowest for its release year). Worldwide rentals of $880K meant profit; audiences could still trust Warner for bristling gang subjects. Gene Nelson was given the ex-con lead, a depart from dance work previously engaged. Like Gene Kelly at MGM, there was desire on both actor and studio parts to widen range, thus the two detoured on occasion to rugged subjects. Pace is quick: there wasn't time to dawdle, given  abbreviated schedule. Crime Wave has much location and night shooting, a big help. Not much regarded then, but Warner values CW now, as witness HD streaming on their Archive Instant arm.

THE HEART OF SHOW BUSINESS KEPT BEATING --- It's May 9, 1957 in Cincinnati. The RKO Albee has a bonus with Untamed Youth that I'd very much like to see today, but where is The Heart Of Show Business, presented by Variety Clubs? A forty-minute subject with such star power would make fascinating history today, and I'm guessing names perform in addition to pitching for the charity. IMDB says Ralph Staub was the writer/director. Cecil B. DeMille shows up in it too. Wonder what John Wayne does, or Jerry Lewis, or Roy Rogers. Oh, and there's Technicolor as well. Variety Club was a long-time institution by 1957 (Greenbriar visited the topic here and here). Everyone in show biz answered yes when they called. My question: are there prints of The Heart Of Show Business still around? Does Variety Club have a vault containing this and other featurettes? It certainly wasn't the only one they made. Assuming the Club is still in the business of raising donations, would a DVD release of The Heart Of Show Business and similar subjects help toward that? I'd like to hear from anyone who's just seen one of these.

A FORTY YEAR DELAYED BIRTH --- This is an 8/1/56 Cleveland, Ohio ad for Birth Of A Nation's revival. At least I thought it was a revival before discovering that D.W. Griffith's film had been shut out of Ohio since its initial release back in 1915. Seems there was movement to ban Birth that wound ways to Ohio's Supreme Court, their uphold of the state censorship edict coming in October of '15, and remaining in effect all the way till '56. So lo and behold, the Heights Art Theatre was an apparent first-run for Cleveland. The 40-year exile had just been declared unconstitutional in another court decision that paved ways for the Independent Theatre Owners Of Ohio to book Birth throughout member venues in a special arrangement with the pic's distributor (they'd get "booking priority"). A first "arter" playdate in Columbus, at the recently opened Indianola Theatre, had a best boxoffice since the house opened doors, according to Variety. The distributor added a forward to prints that would hopefully cool controversy. So, query: How long did Birth Of A Nation continue to receive mainstream bookings? My first ever exposure was at a Winston-Salem hardtop in 1969, a theatre that normally took first choice of biggest new product, so this was some kind of anomaly, a real see it to believe it moviegoing experience. Don't recall the crowd, if any, but the Winston Theatre (where I had lately caught 2001: A Space Odyssey) ran Birth's 1930 sound reissue version, the print of which was in like-new shape.

THE JAZZ SINGER'S STANDOUT --- Again, it's Cleveland. The Stillman, built in 1916, had become a Loew's house by 1927, seated 1,800, and was considered the city's "first true movie palace." Any ad for The Jazz Singer is noteworthy, each theatre wherever located selling it, for good reason, as a show-world revolution. What strikes me here is management singling out "the one scene in which Jolson "kids" his "mammy." This was quoted from a review in the Cleveland Plain-Dealer, the critic and Stillman staff noting audience response to the brief dialogue exchange that history says gave viewers an even bigger thrill than songs Al sang. Such natural exchange of talk was what patrons all went home raving about. Note too the Stillman's boast of "improved" Vitaphone. Loew had wired the house early in 1927, Don Juan having played there during February-March. Ads throughout early intro of sound, for many theatres besides the Stillman, refer to upgrades in voice reproduction. Quality had to have been an issue nearly everywhere, this being such new and untried technology. Were these promises of a better aural experience in response to complaints from customers who'd taken a chance on talkies and been burned?

WHAT'S NEW AT THE SILENT COMEDY MAFIA --- This I want to mention ahead of Cinevent in Columbus. Noted writer/historian Richard M. Roberts informs me that his new book, SMILEAGE GUARANTEED, PAST HUMOR, PRESENT LAUGHTER, THE COMEDY FILM INDUSTRY 1910-1945, VOLUME ONE: HAL ROACH, will be available at the show, where the author will also be on hand to sign copies. Roberts also informs that The Silent Comedy Mafia, an online mainstay for vintage pic discussion and scholarship, has widened its format to include non-comedy topics such as sci-fi, horror, noir, and more. What's emphasized is that The Silent Comedy Mafia will no longer limit content to just silents, or comedy. There is, for instance, a vintage television category where I've this week seen some fascinating, and till now elusive, stuff, including a 1961 TV pilot called Just For Laffs, a comic assemblage that included Moe Howard and Mel Blanc trading jokes. There's also a video segment from a 1963 series starring Fess Parker, Mr. Smith Goes To Washington, in which Buster Keaton guests. Who knew Buster and Fess ever worked together?, yet here it is. The SC Mafia has always been a regular stop for me; now there's all the more reason to get there regularly.

The Watch List For 5/16/13

THUNDERBALL (1965) --- The Bond that arrived at a highest pitch of excitement for the spy series. I was Liberty-there on 2-26-66, the first through doors at 9:40 AM on a Saturday. How many movie mornings can be recalled so vividly? 007 was worth waiting a year for. Substitutes, other than reissued Bond pairs, wouldn't do. NBC broadcast clip-laden 007 specials to precede each new one, and large format mags put the agent on covers. Advance publicity didn't suffocate as it now would thanks to fewer outlets spreading word, 1965-66 still an ad world limited to print, radio, and TV. I should add toys that inundated Christmas '65, Bond being much aimed at kids from early on. What they offered wasn't mere gimcracks --- Santa could bring little else down chimneys when youth asked for a 007 road race set or attaché case, these representing expense beyond ordinary gifts.

Thunderball broke beyond success of so-far Bonds. They spent more, and it showed to a point of making Goldfinger and before look like programmers by comparison, but what choice was there? The series was now a recurring event, and nothing less than spectacular would do. Critics took harsh note, saying Connery's Bond was swamped by size and decor. Partly that was true, as sets do dwarf he and co-stars much of the time, but my recent view found 007's wit and personality much intact, even as ceiling levels above him increased by a seeming thirty feet. What series chroniclers forget is that we wanted Thunderball to be a most extravagant of Bonds. Summer '65's run-up encore of Dr. No and From Russia With Love found both wanting so far as fans (many) whose first exposure had been slicker-than-either Goldfinger. How could movies but a couple years old suddenly have seemed old-fashioned? Maybe Thunderball falls appropriately into you-had-to-be-there category, and for having indeed been there, I treasure it all the more.

THE VIRGINIAN (1946) --- Some have knocked this remake of admittedly more memorable 1929 adapt of Owen Wister's story, but it's such a natural for picture-telling that it's hard blaming Paramount for another go. Characters so vivid would even tube-endure from 60's into early 70's weekly riding at NBC, Universal being heir to the property thanks to MCA purchase of pre-48 Paras in a meantime. Retroplex ran this '46 rendition in startling HD, a kickstart toward enjoyment that made me happy to have waited lo these years to watch. Joel McCrea takes Coop's part, Sonny Tufts is ill-fated Steve (what's all this bad actor stuff? --- he's fine here), and Brian Donlevy, kitted out all-black, does Trampas for he and Joel's reprise of deathless When you call me that, smile. Top-lined by Paramount in that biggest of all movie attending years, gad-zillions saw this Virginian and likely recalled it better than an early talkie original that had been out of wide-view since a '34 reissue. Big westerns needn't be great westerns to be a joy, as proved by this and super-A's Paramount did to showcase 40's stars (I'll wait now for Retroplex to H-Do Whispering Smith with Alan Ladd, and maybe Streets Of Laredo).

THE MUMMY'S SHROUD (1967) --- This mummy has been pilloried for loping about in a union suit (some have even detected zippers). Hammer's Egypt forays kept better faith with fans than did Universal with earlier, and diminishing, Kharis chapters. Bray restaging of ancient environs came across like English drawing rooms, a tomb just entered well lit and near-spotless despite three thousand years' passage of time. Hammer hadn't run out of style by 1967 --- far from it --- they could still do lush from a lemon budget, and actors never played down to content, however ludicrous such often was (stalwart Michael Ripper gives probably his best-ever performance here). You'd nearly buy into this Mummy but for grievous shortcut they took with his costuming, a fatal decision to dress rather than wrap him. Would a Rugby uniform have been any less inapt? I skipped The Mummy's Shroud in 1967 ... something about the trailer put me off. Others may have done the same, as it earned but $256K in domestic rentals. Now I've watched a gorgeous Region 2 Blu-Ray, and thanks in part to that, The Mummy's Shroud fills modest expectation nicely after a forty-six year wait.

SALT WATER DAFFY (1933) --- It's a "Big V" comedy from Warners, now packaged by courtesy of their DVD Archive. What a treasure find these are. Salt Water Daffy turns out to have been largely remade as Buck Privates eight years later. Same set-up, a near identical first half. Comic writers had long memories ... of other writer's stuff. Some of salt water seems to have lodged in these clown's throats, as Daffy evolves into a contest of harsh voicing by Jack Haley vis a vis tough drill master Lionel Stander. Haley sure tamped down by the time he became the Tin Man. Here he sounds more like Bud Abbott to come, another link with Buck Privates, to which parallel add an awkward squad routine with Stander anticipating Nat Pendleton's frustration. Funny after a curious fashion as oddball two-reelers invariably are. We're disc-supplied with this because Shemp Howard's a clown in support of Haley, which goes to further flavor an already must-see short. Is it a wonder comedians worried of Shemp stealing their spotlight? He does so handily here, being among most naturally funny faces to ever go before a camera.

Columbia Markets Gulliver --- Part Two

The Three Worlds Of Gulliver may seem Lilliputian beside what's spent on fantasies today, but for 1960, it was Columbia's biggest year-end gun next to Pepe, a cameo-choked vehicle for funnyman Cantinflas from Around The World In 80 Days. Producer Charles H. Schneer had shown Gulliver to studio brass during June of 1960 and was rewarded with a five-year contract to replace his earlier deal for three, a pair of pics to be delivered per annum. Columbia now had a unit in Schneer-Harryhausen to supply what had become an important segment of the audience, namely young folk with allowance to spend. Other companies were tapping a same market with overlap merchandise: Paramount via their Jerry Lewis series, Universal and its sub-contract with England's Hammer Films for chiller subjects (Columbia had a relationship there as well), and of course, the dominating force for family/juve that was Walt Disney. Columbia veepee in charge of publicity Rube Jacktor took to roads on conviction that Gulliver "will far surpass" 1958's Sinbad hit, his confidence affirmed by dates in "400 key areas" for Three Worlds. Christmas competition was keen, as 1960 proved a dense year for product geared toward the young.

What Variety called the "moppet trade" was regaled by The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn, A Dog Of Flanders, and The Snow Queen for a first six months, and a second half of 1960 promised Pollyanna, Swiss Family Robinson, Tess Of The Storm Country, The Little Shepherd Of Kingdom Come, and Freckles. To these were added star vehicles for kid allure, specifically two from Jerry Lewis, whose Cinderfella went to holiday mats with Gulliver. There was but finite number of treats that could go in any child's stocking. For startling then-to-now contrast, consider what Columbia spent launching Los Angeles' 18-house saturation date (December 21) for Gulliver: $22,000 went mostly to newspapers, but radio and TV figured in heavily as well (Pepe had a $50,000 L.A. ad budget, the largest Columbia had so far set for that territory). There was also a first-ever network ad buy by Columbia on Gulliver's behalf, the spot to run during ABC's Walt Disney program to an audience estimated at sixty million. Just measure these puny dollars against fortunes spent per day (make that hour) to promote Iron Man 3.



1960's idea of a splurge, and it was in context of that year and market, was Gulliver riding among floats in the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. This was an event seen by an estimated forty million television viewers in addition to those lined up along Gotham streets. The float was twenty-five feet long and the Gulliver figure at its center towered to eighteen feet high. Similar flat-bed displays had been used for The Seventh Voyage Of Sinbad two seasons before, being a lure to kids for whom such was like a circus arriving in town. The float was fiscally sound for touring it could make between Thanksgiving and ultimate Christmas destinations for Three Worlds. Usefulness was enhanced by its presence at Hollywood's Santa Claus Lane parade held in December, along with sixteen other suburban events around the Los Angeles market.

An issue for Three Worlds was audience assumption, based on after-taste of the 1938 Paramount release, that Gulliver would be a cartoon, this having to be overcome with ads and TV saturation to  assure patrons that here was a live-action story and all-new besides. Meanwhile, the full-length animation that was Gulliver's Travels remained in revival circulation, thanks to NTA's reissue of same and its lower cost to book. Another obstacle to any Christmas opening was weather, especially in the Northeast where snowstorms could wipe out a weekend heavily promoted over days before. This plus competition most intense from Paramount's Cinderfella made Gulliver's a high hill to climb. Both these pics were aimed at a same market, namely kids and parents who'd bring them, but the juggernaut that was Disney and Swiss Family Robinson was what drew family coin. It's worth noting that 1960 was a peak year for Baby Boom attendance, millions of moppets at ideal age to beg Mom and Dad for accompaniment, or at least transport, to local Bijous. Hollywood was well aware of these demographics and may have crowded plates past appetites of even said voracious market.

In the end, Gulliver and Cinderfella would share a boxoffice fate, that being stout numbers for initial days followed by plunge to disappointment totals. Second weeks tended to drop precipitously. Three Worlds ranked #5 in nationwide boxoffice for December, but dropped out of the Top Ten altogether in January. Did youngsters pass word that there were no monsters to battle Gulliver? (other than a crocodile that was heavily promoted). For Cinderfella's part, there was greater letdown, this being the first Jerry Lewis solo feature besides Visit To A Small Planet to dip below three million in domestic rentals. Mysterious Island was already well along when Gulliver opened. Effects work back in England was what prevented Ray Harryhausen from participating in US bally effort for Three Worlds. For his fan base, The Three Worlds Of Gulliver would remain a black sheep, despite work as intricate as any the FX master applied over his long career. History's sustaining verdict? Not enough monsters. Harryhausen's brand, then as now, was freighted with expectation of that. A best aspect of The Three Worlds Of Gulliver to modern viewing may well be a Bernard Herrmann score among the composer's best. It's CD-available on the Varese Sarabande Film Classics label. Gulliver plays in widescreen HD from time to time on Sony's Movie Channel.