This is honestly one of the most unique old creepers you'll ever see. It's stagey, old-fashioned and illogical, and has atrociously hammy dialogue, with acting to match. All this corn could overwhelm you.......but somehow, it doesn't quite do that. The sheer earnestness of the cast and director (he recrafted this from his earlier-filmed German ghost story) turns what could have been a real stinker into a rather quaint peek at what creeped audiences out in a simpler, more innocent time. It's mercifully brief, at a little over an hour, which allows you to sample this bit of product from one of Hollywood's "poverty row" studios (and it looks it.) 1941's Miss America, Rosemary LaPlanche, is the square but plucky heroine, future producer/director/Mr. Julie Andrews, Blake Edwards, is her virtuous but rather ineffective hero, and you'll swear the ghost is played by John Carradine--but isn't. Give it a watch.
Review of Strangler of the Swamp
