Republic, 15 Chapters, 1940. Starring Henry Brandon, William Royle, Robert Kellard, Gloria Franklin, Luana Walters, Tom Chatterton, John Merton, Olaf Hytten.
Dr. Fu Manchu (Henry Brandon), “the greatest criminal of modern times,” is planning to conquer all Asia by proclaiming himself the prophesized heir of Genghis Khan and uniting the wild Central Asian tribesmen into a conquering army. To make this ambitious scheme a success, he must first locate the lost tomb of the great Khan and retrieve the fabled scepter–the symbol of Genghis’ authority–that is buried with the ancient warlord. The relics that could provide clues to the location of the Khan’s tomb have come into the possession of certain American scientists– sending Fu Manchu, the subordinate members of his secret “Si-Fan” society, and his lobotomized “Dacoit” henchmen to California to procure the needed artifacts. Fu Manchu’s arch-enemy–Sir Denis Nayland Smith (William Royle) of the British Foreign Office–dogs his steps and manages to repeatedly hamper his schemes; the indomitable English agent receives invaluable aid from young American archeologist Allan Parker (Robert Kellard), who’s determined to avenge his father’s death at the hands of one of Fu Manchu’s followers. Smith and Parker are not able to keep Fu Manchu from gaining the information he seeks, however, and must pursue him into the wilds of Asia as he draws ever closer to the tomb of Genghis Khan.
Drums of Fu Manchu was a particular favorite of its co-director William Witney, who tended to look back on it quite proudly. His pride was warranted; Fu Manchu is an exceptionally strong chapterplay, and one of the greatest of Republic’s many great Golden Age releases. Its action and production values are well up to the studio’s high Golden Age standard, while its surprisingly successful evocation of Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu novels gives it a distinctive flavor all its own.
Drums’ writers–Norman S. Hall, Barney Sarecky, Morgan Cox, Sol Shor, Franklin Adreon, and Ronald Davidson–make good use of a tried-and-true “treasure hunt” scenario to keep their narrative from bogging down. The California pursuit of the artifact clues (the Dalai Plaque and the Kardac Segment) occupies the serial’s first six chapters, with the scene shifting to Asia in Chapter Seven. The race to the “Temple of the Blind Dragon” (which holds another clue), the journey to the tomb itself, and the discovery of the scepter keep the plot boiling from Chapters Seven through the first half of Chapter Eleven; only in Chapter Eleven’s second half does typical serial repetitiveness temporarily set in, with the heroes and villain battling for control of the scepter until Fu Manchu finally obtains it and launches his revolt in Chapter Fourteen. However, this somewhat formulaic tug-of-war is handled with the same skill and flair as the rest of the chapterplay, and would scarcely be noticeable in most other serials; it’s only slightly jarring here because of the unusually sequential nature of the rest of the chapterplay.
Above: William Royle inserts the Kardac Segment into an Asian altar in hopes of discovering a clue to the tomb of Genghis Khan. Lal Chand Mehra is at left.
Although this padding in the penultimate chapters is enjoyable and quite forgivable, one wishes that the serial’s more unique first half had been padded out instead. As a general serial rule, treasure hunts in far-flung and ferocious realms are always more exciting than battles with criminals in the big city–but Drums of Fu Manchu reverses this truism; the expedition into the Asian hills, entertaining as it is, is not quite as distinctive or thrilling as the skirmishes with Fu Manchu’s minions in California. In Asia, Fu Manchu is still frightening and formidable, but has to deal with hostile natives and hazardous terrain almost as much as the good guys do; in California, however, he seems terrifyingly omnipotent and in almost complete control of his surroundings, with his minions lurking in innumerable back streets and dark museum corridors while he schemes in hideouts full of death-traps and torture chambers. I would gladly have sacrificed parts of the exciting but less remarkable “war in the hills” for more stateside scenes like the spooky wax-dummy sequence, the Dacoits’ pursuit of Smith through the rain-soaked streets, or the unforgettable nocturnal assault on the estate of curio collector Ezra Howard.
Above: Robert Kellard and Dwight Frye are unaware that the wax dummies to their right and left are disguised Dacoits about to attack.
In both the American and Asian segments of the serial, the writers do an terrific job of enlivening the dialogue with haunting lines that are memorable in themselves instead of merely functional. Smith’s grim remark to Ezra Howard when the latter calls a stormy night exhilarating (“I am too vividly reminded of similar nights, Mr. Howard–nights through which Fu Manchu stalked men like you and me”), Fu Manchu’s comment as he prepares an ambush for Allan Parker (“The young American moves rapidly, but Death is even swifter than he”) or the inscription on Genghis Khan’s tomb (“Only in death did I enter here; for you who enter otherwise, forever shall you remember–and forever regret”) are just three of the many excellent bits of writing that help to make Drums something out of the ordinary.
Fu Manchu’s reference to Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Pit and the Pendulum,” as he prepares to subject one of the heroes to an ordeal derived from that story, is also a clever touch–one that allows the writers to openly admit their cribbing from Poe and make their villain sound suitably literate at the same time. Other deathtraps and torture devices are borrowed more or less directly from Sax Rohmer’s books–like the rat-filled coffin known as the “Seven Gates to Paradise” or the poisonous lizard that’s attracted to a special scent–and are very effectively and memorably incorporated into the serial. The writers also echo their source material by making Fu Manchu unusually nuanced for a serial villain; as in Rohmer’s books, the Oriental mastermind–though utterly ruthless–is also shown to be unfailingly courageous and even scrupulously honorable when he’s actually pledged his word.
Above: Henry Brandon, George Cleveland, and a “Dacoit” watch as other Dacoits lock Tom Chatterton inside the “Seven Gates to Paradise.”
Good as Drums’ script is, it could easily have flopped in the hands of an inferior director; fortunately, William Witney and John English do a superb job of bringing the screenplay to life. As in Fighting Devil Dogs, Mysterious Doctor Satan, and other Golden Age Republic serials with horror-movie trappings, the two directors and their equally talented cinematographer William Nobles take great pains to set a shadowy and ominous visual tone; scenes like the first-chapter Si-Fan meeting, the plane crash cliffhanger, the Dacoit attack in the wax museum, the confrontation in the cavern outside the tomb, or Fu Manchu’s attempt to lobotomize Smith are filled with eerie lighting and striking camera angles that accentuate their frightening tone. The best-shot of all the serial’s suspense scenes, however, is the protracted Chapter Five sequence that has Fu Manchu and his men invading the Howard estate during a thunderstorm–with Howard confidently proclaiming his faith in his guard dogs just before the camera cuts to Fu Manchu standing over a canine corpse outside, a Dacoit slipping into the living-room curtains under cover of a lightning flash, and Fu Manchu quietly appearing in the darkened doorway.
Above: Shots from the invasion of Howard’s estate.
Drums of Fu Manchu places such emphasis on atmospherics that it’s easy to overlook its action scenes; however, the action is nowhere near as scanty as many reviews claim. Although the serial’s fights and chases are typically short and to the point, they’re quite numerous and are filmed with all the skill and energy of the lengthier setpieces in Witney and English’s other chapterplays. Dave Sharpe doubles for hero Robert Kellard, while Ken Terrell, Duke Green, Henry Wills, Joe and Bill Yrigoyen, Jimmy Fawcett, and other stuntmen play various Dacoits and Asian tribesmen and provide him with worthy opposition. With Sharpe, Terrell, Fawcett, and Green all on hand–and beefier stuntmen like Eddie Parker notably absent–the fight scenes heavily emphasize gymnastics, with acrobatic leaps and judo flips predominating over furniture-smashing and fisticuffs; among the best of these nimble combats are the heroes’ first encounter with the Dacoits in Chapter One, the museum fight in Chapter Three (with Sharpe executing a neat leap through the smashed upper panel of a door), the Chapter Five battle in the waxworks room, the excellent Chapter Seven hotel-room fight between Sharpe and Green, and the cliff-top fight in Chapter Twelve.
Above left: John Merton steps back as Dave Sharpe flips a stuntman-Dacoit over his shoulder in Chapter One. Above right: Duke Green makes a flying leap onto Sharpe in Chapter Three.
The serial’s non-fistfight action scenes are just as well-handled–particularly Allan Parker’s daring escape from Fu’s camp with the scepter in Chapter Twelve and the heroes’ subsequent desperate nighttime race through the hill country to the safety of a fort, as beacons warn hostile tribesmen of their approach and riflemen fire at their auto from behind every boulder. The attack on Smith and Parker’s car by mounted tribesmen in Chapter Eight is also good, as is the climactic battle between British soldiers and rebellious natives; both scenes feature plentiful but undetectable helpings of stock footage from Republic’s bigger-budgeted British India film Storm Over Bengal; the stock comes in especially handy in the latter sequence, lending as it does an appropriately large-scale appearance to the military clash.
Above: Shots from the dangerous nighttime run to Fort Branapuhr in Chapter Twelve.
Lone Pine is visible in a few Storm Over Bengal shots, but the serial’s new outdoor scenes are shot at Iverson’s Movie Ranch; that chameleon-like location serves quite convincingly as a mythical British colonial territory called the Nihala Hills (which seems to be an exotic composite of Afghanistan and Mongolia). Republic’s reliable fort set, strategically refurbished, works equally well as the British stronghold of Fort Branapuhr, while Republic’s set designers outdo themselves in giving a properly foreign and ancient look to interior sets like the Temple of the Sun or the tomb of Genghis Khan. Sets in the American portion of the serial are just as well-appointed; museums, curio shops, mansions, and Fu Manchu’s various lairs all overflow with offbeat accoutrements like sarcophagi or crossbows, enhancing the serial’s atmosphere ten-fold.
Above: Gloria Franklin, as Fu Manchu’s daughter Fah Lo Suee, lurks inside a museum mummy case.
The serial’s chapter endings are excellent concentrations of the suspenseful aura that hangs over the whole serial; Allan Parker’s grapple with an octopus at the end of Chapter Two, the pendulum scene that closes Chapter Four, the end of Chapter Seven (with Parker backing out of a doorway unaware that two Dacoit swordsmen are waiting for him outside), and the Chapter Ten cliffhanger (with Fu Manchu using the psychic noise of his “drums” to bring a cave roof down on the heroes) are some of the highlights. Less spectacular, but just as effective, is the unusual “dramatic” chapter ending to Chapter Five, which has Fu Manchu giving a menacing smile of approval after his Dacoits have captured the Howard mansion in Chapter Five and apparently vanquished Smith. Though mundane in comparison with some of the aforementioned scenes, the serial’s more traditional chapter endings–like the train crash (Chapter One) or the mined-road scene (Chapter Eleven)–are also very well-staged and well-edited.
Above: Robert Kellard in the octopus’ grip (left) and Fu Manchu’s deadly pendulum blade (right).
Henry Brandon as Fu Manchu is given one of the best parts of his entire acting career, and delivers an arrestingly sinister and truly memorable performance in return. He captures the personality of Rohmer’s aloof but driven character perfectly; although his manner is either dispassionate or mockingly condescending most of the time, he’s quite capable of bursting into controlled but fierce rages when his plans are thwarted, or of delivering compelling orations when he needs to sway followers to his cause. He avoids the use of a “Chinese accent” per se, affecting a high-pitched but silky and precise voice that gives a properly remote and inhuman tone to his lines–and, incidentally, mirrors Rohmer’s own descriptions of his arch-villain’s vocalizations; Brandon, with his quick movements and slightly hunched shoulders, also echoes the “cat-like yet awkward gait” ascribed to Fu Manchu in the novels. All in all, his characterization is not only one of the strongest villainous turns in the entire serial genre, but also the definitive screen portrayal of one of popular culture’s most famous heavies.
Above: Henry Brandon as Fu Manchu.
Although Brandon’s Fu Manchu dominates the serial, the chapterplay’s two leading protagonists are quite strong as well. Stocky and middle-aged William Royle–the villainous Salerno of Republic’s earlier Hawk of the Wilderness–is rather oddly cast as Fu Manchu’s nemesis Nayland Smith, but makes the most of the unusual leading role; although he completely lacks the tense irritability of his counterpart in Rohmer’s books, he handles the other aspects of his role very well indeed–assuming a convincing British accent and conveying both shrewdness and authoritativeness. The grim understatement with which he warns others of Fu’s powers (as in the above-mentioned interview with Howard) is also very effective, and lends credence to the script’s frequent references to Smith’s previous encounters with his arch-enemy.
While Royle’s Smith participates in several fights, he spends more of his time orchestrating the heroes’ strategies, much like Frank Shannon’s Dr. Zarkov in Flash Gordon. It’s Robert Kellard as the energetic Allan Parker who carries the action scenes–and does it quite well, making his character seem likably tough, cheerful, determined, and resourceful. His earnestness and enthusiasm–and slight impetuousness–provides a perfect counterpoint to both the detachment of Brandon and the grave dignity of Royle.
Above: Robert Kellard and William Royle.
Youthful actress Gloria Franklin, despite a slight but occasionally distracting New York accent, does a very capable job as Fu Manchu’s daughter and chief accomplice, Fah Lo Suee–ordering Dacoits around confidently, coolly and smoothly carrying out her father’s orders, and delivering lines like “the Sunrise Limited will be but a thing of twisted metal” with vixenish relish. As Fu Manchu’s other leading accomplice, the mute Dacoit Loki, John Merton is memorably menacing despite never uttering a word of dialogue, whether he’s attacking Fu Manchu’s victims with ferocious, animal-like implacability or standing silently but ominously in the shadows waiting for his master’s command. Like the lesser Dacoits that obey him, Merton is far more frightening than the talkative and very human henchmen seen in most other serials; the silent murderousness of Loki and his colleagues, their grotesque appearance, and the suddenness of their attacks make them seem more like minor demons than mere thugs.
Tom Chatterton has some good moments as the easygoing but courageous archeologist Professor Randolph, adopting much the same cheerfully professorial manner he displayed in Hawk of the Wilderness. Other members of the protagonists’ team don’t fare as well. The lovely Luana Walters is particularly wasted as Randolph’s daughter Mary, the serial’s nominal heroine; although she figures prominently in three of the serial’s cliffhanger scenes, her screen time is otherwise very limited. Portly and mild-mannered character actor Olaf Hytten, as Smith’s friend Dr. Petrie, receives even shorter shrift, tagging along on the journey to Asia but scarcely speaking a word of dialogue after the characters launch their expedition into the Niahala hills. Since Petrie played a prominent part in the Fu Manchu books–serving as Watson to Smith’s Holmes–I can understand the writers’ desire to keep him on hand throughout the serial, but his presence frequently comes off as rather pointless.
Evan Thomas, with his unflappable demeanor and emphatically British accent, is very well-cast as Fort Branapuhr’s commander Major Carleton, who plays a prominent role in the later chapters; Phillip Ahn has a good bit as the cultured and heroic Dr. Chang in an earlier episode. George Pembroke is excellent as Crawford, the sneeringly cold-blooded English Si-Fan member who figures notably in Chapters Seven and Eight; his acting in his character’s death scene is especially good. Guy D’Ennery is also memorable as another Si-Fan member, the hill chieftain Ranah Sang, extracting every possible drop of fanatical energy from his speech to the tribesmen in the first chapter. Crafty-looking Jamiel Hasson, as another tribal leader, is the only other Si-Fan member given a noticeable part; the other members of the council (James B. Leong, Tofik Mickey, and Robert Stephenson) receive little to no dialogue and remain in the background.
Above: George Pembroke signs himself in to a Si-Fan meeting (by mystically lighting a candle with his bare hands).
John Dilson is enjoyably quirky as the eccentric collector Ezra Howard, while George Cleveland is likably pugnacious in his brief turn as Allen Parker’s professor father. John Picorri makes the most of a small role as a villainous plastic surgeon (who takes an amusing artistic pleasure in his work), and Wheaton Chambers is a scientist who’s turned into a distraught mental slave of Fu Manchu’s. Dwight Frye, famed for his bug-eyed maniac roles in Universal’s horror films, is surprisingly cast as a sane and helpful museum curator; Chambers’ role–or even Dilson’s–would have given him much more scope for his talents, but he still gets as much mileage as possible out of lines like “quite extraordinary…that’s never happened before” or “there were five Dacoits, Allan.”
Budd Buster, Ernest Sarracino, Jack Roper, Al Taylor and Alan Gregg–along with the serial’s aforementioned stunt team–can all be seen as Dacoits; John Bagni and Paul Marion play non-Dacoit henchmen, and Harry Strang and Lee Shumway both pop up as helpful policemen. Paul Renay plays a supposedly pro-British tribal chief who’s won over to Fu Manchu’s side, while Hindu actor Lal Chand Mehra, as the dignified but puzzled high priest of Kardac, is only temporarily duped into joining the villain. Norman Nesbitt appears as a foolhardy radio commentator named “Wally Winchester,” and imitates the broadcasting style of his near-namesake Walter Winchell before being murdered by Fu Manchu.
Cy Feuer’s musical score, like his compositions for other Republic classics like Mysterious Doctor Satan, matches Drums of Fu Manchu‘s tone and visuals perfectly–particularly the quietly ominous theme that plays while Fu Manchu is laying his plots, the exhilarating but slightly discordant Oriental music which accompanies the action scenes, and the throbbing, insistent beats that represent the titular “drums,” building in intensity during each cliffhanger sequence.
Although Drums of Fu Manchu goes through all the standard chapterplay paces, it also maintains a genuinely unique ambience, due to its preservation of so much of the spirit of its source material. Many reviewers tend to treat the chapterplay as something of a magnificent anomaly among Witney and English’s serials, but its ingredients had actually been percolating at Republic for some time; both directors had shown themselves greatly interested in emphasizing mood and atmosphere in earlier outings like SOS Coast Guard or The Fighting Devil Dogs, and an adaptation of Rohmer’s atmospheric books provided them with an opportunity to indulge this interest on an unprecedented scale. The result was a masterpiece of suspense that will always be one of Republic’s best-remembered serials, as well as one of its best.
I can add little to this excellent revue except a few side notes.I have this on a dvd from VCI. Some time ago a Blu Ray edition was offered but never materialized.It seems that we will have to be satisfied with whats on the market now. Henry Brandon IS Fu Manchu and carries the serial. As the review noted,everything from the acting to the score and directing is supberb.Certainly ranks in my top five. Rating……….Five stars out of five.Another note.,,,,,
Olive Films, is offering two Republic serials with a release date in 2014. One of which is Flying Disc Men From Mars.Offered in regular and Blu Ray editions.Paramount Pictures now owns the Republic Library.
I rate DRUMS OF FU MANCHU as one of the four greatest serials of the sound era, along with FLASH GORDON, ZORRO’S FIGHTING LEGION, and SPY SMASHER. Here are some of stories of the film, courtesy of Henry Brandon. When Fu and Philip Ahn were filming a scene together, they both broke up in laughter, and an annoyed John English wanted to know what was so funny that ruined the take. Henry said, “Isn’t it obvious?” Here was a white actor speaking in a Chinese accent, and the Oriental actor was speaking very precise English.
Henry ‘s shoes had lifts in them to make him even taller, around 6’5″, and a college basketball team met with Henry, unaware he was wearing makeup. When they saw his height, they asked him if he played basketball in China, and Henry sadly shook his head, and told them, “No, me too short.”
We had Henry as a guest at a Sons of the Desert meeting, and I played chapter four, that had the pendulum cliffhanger. He did his Fu Manchu voice, and said, “Are you ready for your circumcision, Mr. Parker?”
A really good review. Despite terrific competition–Boris Karloff and Christopher Lee–Henry Brandon is the definitive Fu Manchu. I don’t put it quite as high as others because while the first half might be the best of any serial, I also thought the second half was not at quite the same level. One thing which is unique about this serial. While Fu is ruthless, his goal, Asia for the Asians, makes sense, certainly more so than Asia for the British Empire. I found myself at least half-rooting for Fu. ***** out of *****
Where’s Charles King ? Lots of familiar faces…Story starts out slowly and hard to follow but around chapter 8 it settles down and becomes more understandable….Evil John Merton is in this also Budd Buster ….waiting for Charles King but he doesn’t show up …likely the only Serial without Charles .!!!!
I know I’m late to add a comment but thought I’d throw in a couple things.
This, at least to me, is an amazingly fun serial which I try to watch at least once a year over the course of a week or two. I have the VCI DVD and it’s a good enough disc that you really can’t complain.
However, since this is my very favorite serial I decided to double dip and I purchased the Serial Squadron DVD which was from a restored original print. I have to say that it was worth it to get the nice clean images that the Serial Squadron discs have (it’s a 2 DVD set). Serial Squadron has hinted at a future Blue Ray edition but I haven’t seen anything more from them on this.
1940 was a another banner year for the Republic Studios serial unit. Four releases, all high quality and all directed by the team of Witney and English. “Drums of Fu Manchu” certainly ranks as one of the best of that or any other year. Despite latter-chapter padding involving an extended back and forth over possession of the sceptre, the narrative still remains entertaining throughout. The greater emphasis on the storyline definitely works to the serial’s advantage, making the action scenes all the more effective when they appear.
Especially in the stateside chapters, the lighting, photography and set design create a dark and eerie atmosphere, and there’s plenty of great dialogue as well to enhance the story. The finale is something quite different from the usual “triumphant hero – vanguished villain” ending that most serials employ, and seems to imply that a sequel was at least considered as a possibility for future development. I suppose that the onset of the war likely derailed those plans. I also thought it was interesting that the censors allowed Fu Manchu to escape any punishment for his crimes. Certainly not the norm for those days.
Henry Brandon’s performance is one of the most memorable in serial history, but the other cast members also contribute at a high level. I especially liked William Royle who, like many actors, rose to the occasion when given a chance to run with a meatier part than usual. He managed to very consistently maintain the faux British accent, no mean feat, and came across as very authoritative and resolute in his pursuit of Fu Manchu.
The directorial partnership of Witney and English certainly produced some the great entries in the serial genre. At various times, I’ve seen the idea advanced that Witney worked on the action scenes while English concentrated more on the characters and story, but I imagine that the division of labor wasn’t really that clearcut. By all accounts, both appear to have been deeply involved in all aspects of the films. If the viewer doesn’t have prior knowledge of the production history or the shooting schedules (as most of us don’t), the films come across as seamless, and virtually impossible to tell which director did the individual chapters. It’s a real credit to their talent and working relationship to pull of that type of collaboration.