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pnkerner's rating
I'd like to give this film a higher rating but the poor editing and lack of continuity hurt the film. While it seems to a rip-off of the Cat and the Canary and The Bat, Midnight Faces does offer an enjoyable almost hour of viewing (the film clocks in at 53 minutes. While the acting is static (it is apparent that this is a poverty row production) the plot is good but the directing is another story (message to directors: either be a writer or a director, don't try to impress moviegoers by being a triple threat! It rarely works.) Bushman is tall, handsome, and virile. Kathryn McGuire is an attractive flapper type, and the rest of the rest is adequate. The biggest problem with this film is that the end comes so quickly. Other issues I noticed, why do the other cast members stand and watch Bushman beating the pulp out of the villain instead of rushing to his aid? Also, why is Bushman's valet seen crawling on the ground at the end of the film attempting to sprinkle salt on a pigeon or it is a pathetically small chicken? Lastly, why is the action in the film taking place at midnight when it is obviously daytime? This could have been an impressive late silent era film but the crude presentation of it makes it a film few will want to see. Still, give it a look if for just curiosity sake.
Yeah, yeah, yeah--the 1960s, the age of optimism, sexual freedom, and drugs! Cool, right? Nope, the counterculture of which the last reviewer wrote exists in his/her mind. The exponents of such tripe fail to acknowledge that hippies and their ilk failed to accomplish little more than rolling in the mud and giving the finger to the "man." The counterculture of which they speak did not counter anything and was cultural devoid (though it did leave a legacy: Bill and Hillary!) Instead of watching this stinker of a movie, borrow a history book of the 1960s and avoid the misty meanderings of an aging hippie activist pining for the "good old days!"