Warren William plays a sideshow mystic who falls in love, hits the big time and then loses it all. Good lordy, I love this movie. This is probably my favorite Warren William film so far. I could gush about William's powerful combination of roguish charm and villainous behavior, his surprisingly solid acting which leaves me feeling simultaneously attracted and repulsed. But I'll let the pictures do the talking. Just click on the pics to see the larger versions, people.
Five words to make any fan of pre-code movies swoon: Warren William in a turban.
"I've got a headache this big!"
Mick LaSalle finally realizes his dream of being on screen with Warren William.
Who's afraid of the big bad Warren?
When The Great Chandra puts his hand on his heart to show sincerity, run for cover.
Constance Cummings gives in to Chandra's charms.
Married life is the pits.
Chandra goes legit selling backscrubbers.
A fancy address, a nicer turban and our hero is ready to relieve rich patrons of their spare cash.
A blackmail scheme gone wrong ends in gunplay and Chandra flees the country, leaving the missus holding the bag. Here, he is performing in Mexico while drunk-out-of-his-mind. I think I saw this guy on a cruise ship once.
Thanks to this project, I've created a new shortcut filter for Photoshop: Warren William Scruff-- the balance of contrast and gray required to show him at his disheveled best.
Chandra begs forgiveness from his wife before turning himself in to the cops.
Like many of the best movies of this era, The Mindreader walks a thin line between farce and tragedy. Something about the times makes this combination work well.
I love this kiss. She's totally giving him crows feet.
Chandra says goodbye to his old pal Mick before heading off to jail.
Five words to make any fan of pre-code movies swoon: Warren William in a turban.
"I've got a headache this big!"
Mick LaSalle finally realizes his dream of being on screen with Warren William.
Who's afraid of the big bad Warren?
When The Great Chandra puts his hand on his heart to show sincerity, run for cover.
Constance Cummings gives in to Chandra's charms.
Married life is the pits.
Chandra goes legit selling backscrubbers.
A fancy address, a nicer turban and our hero is ready to relieve rich patrons of their spare cash.
A blackmail scheme gone wrong ends in gunplay and Chandra flees the country, leaving the missus holding the bag. Here, he is performing in Mexico while drunk-out-of-his-mind. I think I saw this guy on a cruise ship once.
Thanks to this project, I've created a new shortcut filter for Photoshop: Warren William Scruff-- the balance of contrast and gray required to show him at his disheveled best.
Chandra begs forgiveness from his wife before turning himself in to the cops.
Like many of the best movies of this era, The Mindreader walks a thin line between farce and tragedy. Something about the times makes this combination work well.
I love this kiss. She's totally giving him crows feet.
Chandra says goodbye to his old pal Mick before heading off to jail.
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