Erich von Stroheim's acting career often saw him playing some kind of variety-act performer: in THE GREAT GABBO (1929), which I own but have yet to watch, he was a ventriloquist; in THE GREAT FLAMARION (1945), an expert marksman; and here, as in the French-made L'ALIBI (1937; which I have now acquired), he dabbles in mind-reading (though, in this case, he starts out as a magician who 'trips up' in front of an unforgiving audience and is humiliated – to the consternation of his heavy-set promoter, who has no qualms about receiving guests at home while slumped on a bed in his tank top undershirt!). Incidentally, most sources give the film's title as THE MASK OF DIJON, so that I was surprised to notice the extra "i" in the credits! While the script makes no particular exertion on the star's immense talent, his commanding presence and accented delivery of lines is more than enough for him to create a memorable character nonetheless (making good the publicists' dubbing of the former auteur as "The Man You Love To Hate"!); interestingly, just as he had been flanked by Dwight Frye in THE CRIME OF DR. CRESPI (1935), this time around Edward van Sloan is on hand to evoke that distinct Universal Horror flavor (the director having previously helmed THE RAVEN [1935] for that studio, despite the film under review itself bearing the low-rent PRC logo)! The one other strong point here, in fact, is the atmosphere (aided by alternately odd and menacing camera angles, expressive night-time lighting and even fast cuts during an especially tense and paranoid moment for Stroheim's character). While the remaining supporting cast is weak – fatally, the young leads whose innocuous romance sends the unbalanced yet egomaniacal protagonist off the deep end – it does include Denise Vernac, the star's current real-life partner, as another down-on-her-luck entertainer. Throughout, Stroheim hypnotizes a number of people – among them driving Vernac's associate/husband to suicide and a stick-up man at a diner who immediately returns the dough to the befuddled proprietor – but his efforts to dispose of his amorous rival (again, and much like in the afore-mentioned CRESPI!) ends in disaster, and death for himself
here meted out in unforgettable, and most ironic (given the film's opening sequence), fashion: let me just say it involves a guillotine and a playful kitty and leave it at that!
11 Reviews
I mustard-mit - I quite enjoyed this one.
BA_Harrison6 May 2023
World famous stage magician Diijon (Erich Von Stroheim) has retired, having performed the greatest trick of his career: getting babe Victoria (Jeanne Bates) to marry him. Diijon now dedicates his time to studying the power of suggestion and hypnotism, but treats his wife like dirt, which leads to the poor woman leaving, becoming a singer and teaming up with dashing musician Tony Holiday (William Wright).
Consumed with jealousy, and having finally perfected his powers of mind control (testing his ability by disarming a stick-up artist and commanding a man to commit suicide), Diijon hypnotises Vickie into shooting Tony in front of an audience at the Romany Gardens restaurant.
A poverty-row B-movie from PRC, The Mask of Diijon is a rather routine potboiler lifted somewhat by a commanding performance by Von Stroheim, who lives up to his nickname 'The Man You Loved to Hate': Diijon is dour, cruel, menacing and thoroughly unlikeable, which makes the film's finalé, in which the miserable mesmerising magician meets a grisly fate, suitably satisfying.
5.5/10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.
Consumed with jealousy, and having finally perfected his powers of mind control (testing his ability by disarming a stick-up artist and commanding a man to commit suicide), Diijon hypnotises Vickie into shooting Tony in front of an audience at the Romany Gardens restaurant.
A poverty-row B-movie from PRC, The Mask of Diijon is a rather routine potboiler lifted somewhat by a commanding performance by Von Stroheim, who lives up to his nickname 'The Man You Loved to Hate': Diijon is dour, cruel, menacing and thoroughly unlikeable, which makes the film's finalé, in which the miserable mesmerising magician meets a grisly fate, suitably satisfying.
5.5/10, rounded up to 6 for IMDb.
Features a great ending
Panamint23 July 2018
Deserves a fairly good rating because it has a very skillfully set up and well done ending. Once in a while a golden nugget of movie brilliance can be found lodged within a cheap forgotten film. The ending of this one is such a nugget.
Most of the cast is lively if not memorable and they are better than the film itself. They keep it watchable despite the drabness of the PRC production values and undoubtedly rushed filming schedule. Von Stroheim is his usual menacing self and does a good job in the title role.
Von Stroheim is effective but the hypnotism techniques used in this film are rushed and not well thought out. Despite many such weak elements "The Mask of Diijon" holds together and moves along in a fairly well paced linear b-movie style. Its not a terrible example of the dark 1940's b-movie creepy murder genre, and certainly worth a look.
Most of the cast is lively if not memorable and they are better than the film itself. They keep it watchable despite the drabness of the PRC production values and undoubtedly rushed filming schedule. Von Stroheim is his usual menacing self and does a good job in the title role.
Von Stroheim is effective but the hypnotism techniques used in this film are rushed and not well thought out. Despite many such weak elements "The Mask of Diijon" holds together and moves along in a fairly well paced linear b-movie style. Its not a terrible example of the dark 1940's b-movie creepy murder genre, and certainly worth a look.
all time best ending of any film - ever
Howard_B_Eale27 January 2009
No one will ever accuse THE MASK OF DIIJON of being a landmark thriller/drama/noir/whatever. But this film deserves the honor of having the all-time greatest final 30 seconds in the history of cinema. To reveal its wonderful climactic secret would be to rob the viewer of easily the best moment in the whole film, so I will resist, but it's all more worth watching than one might think.
Erich Von Stroheim chews up every scene he is in, which is the bulk of the picture, and this is a good thing. Anyone who adored him as Max Von Mayerling in SUNSET BLVD. knows full well that there isn't really any such thing as a bad Stroheim performance. He even smiles and laughs - admittedly rather briefly - in THE MASK OF DIIJON.
And the film is, for all its faults in narrative, an inevitably fascinating ultra-cheapie. The very fact that Stroheim committed to the project at all raises eyebrows; he treats the whole picture as a gag and is arguably the only sparkling performer in the whole project, and must have known this. The very opening sequence shows his character reduced to peddling cheap carnival tricks (and in doing so, tricks the audience by creating a fake beginning to the film), so there had to be an air of self-consciousness here, considering that the main conceit of the film (the power of hypnosis) is entirely preposterous. And there are a handful of nice touches throughout, particularly an outlandish sequence where Stroheim hypnotizes a would-be robber and stops the crime cold.
It's all a sublimely ridiculous tale, never believable for a moment, and pure entertainment. And it has the greatest ending ever. Trust me.
Erich Von Stroheim chews up every scene he is in, which is the bulk of the picture, and this is a good thing. Anyone who adored him as Max Von Mayerling in SUNSET BLVD. knows full well that there isn't really any such thing as a bad Stroheim performance. He even smiles and laughs - admittedly rather briefly - in THE MASK OF DIIJON.
And the film is, for all its faults in narrative, an inevitably fascinating ultra-cheapie. The very fact that Stroheim committed to the project at all raises eyebrows; he treats the whole picture as a gag and is arguably the only sparkling performer in the whole project, and must have known this. The very opening sequence shows his character reduced to peddling cheap carnival tricks (and in doing so, tricks the audience by creating a fake beginning to the film), so there had to be an air of self-consciousness here, considering that the main conceit of the film (the power of hypnosis) is entirely preposterous. And there are a handful of nice touches throughout, particularly an outlandish sequence where Stroheim hypnotizes a would-be robber and stops the crime cold.
It's all a sublimely ridiculous tale, never believable for a moment, and pure entertainment. And it has the greatest ending ever. Trust me.
I cackled at the ending
WankerReviews22 June 2020
Warning: Spoilers
A disgruntled man, is humiliated during one of his magic acts, and seeks revenge.
A nice set up and interesting characters from the get go. It immediately draws you in and wastes no time. There's not one dull moment and grips you from beginning to end. Great performances from everyone. My only issue was the ending. There one shot that was filmed in the dark, and paired with the choppy ending and smoke, it was hard to tell what went on. But the ending was still good and the cat made me laugh.
A nice set up and interesting characters from the get go. It immediately draws you in and wastes no time. There's not one dull moment and grips you from beginning to end. Great performances from everyone. My only issue was the ending. There one shot that was filmed in the dark, and paired with the choppy ending and smoke, it was hard to tell what went on. But the ending was still good and the cat made me laugh.
Stay to the End
mahony-724 January 2022
Erich von Stroheim plays Diijon, a retired stage illusionist who mistreats his young wife. When he attempts a comeback he is over-confident and makes an embarrassing error.
Diijon then learns hypnotism from a how-to book and sets out to avenge himself on those he feels have wronged him, including his now estranged wife and the man who is making a play for her.
There are plot holes galore, but the ending is top stuff.
Well worth a watch.
Diijon then learns hypnotism from a how-to book and sets out to avenge himself on those he feels have wronged him, including his now estranged wife and the man who is making a play for her.
There are plot holes galore, but the ending is top stuff.
Well worth a watch.
Despite a Promising Idea, Disappointing All Around!
JohnHowardReid2 August 2008
Warning: Spoilers
Disappointing. The screenplay always seems on the verge of presenting some interesting plot twists and spell-binding effects, but they never happen. The attractively noirish black-as-a-nightmare lighting photography also constantly signals that some intensely gripping story development is about to occur, but once again all we get are the usual predictable situations which lead to a dull if action-full climax.
Steadfastly routine and even turgid direction from Lew Landers doesn't help matters. On occasion, Mr Landers can direct a movie with both punch and style; but in this instance, he exhibits neither quality. And as might be expected, aside from the charismatic von Stroheim, the players are not much to write home about either. Both hero and heroine wear out their welcome, and even von Stroheim's performance suffers from the film editor's tendency to hold shots far too long. Trimming the close-ups would have improved the movie a lot. As is, it's far too slow.
Production values are also somewhat limited. True, the camera-work rates as a definite notch above the usual flat Producers Releasing level, and the sets are fulsomely dressed. But we tire of them. The one small set in front of Sheffield's shop is used over and over, and the fact that it becomes so familiar negates whatever small impact the brief spurt of climactic action might otherwise have enjoyed.
Steadfastly routine and even turgid direction from Lew Landers doesn't help matters. On occasion, Mr Landers can direct a movie with both punch and style; but in this instance, he exhibits neither quality. And as might be expected, aside from the charismatic von Stroheim, the players are not much to write home about either. Both hero and heroine wear out their welcome, and even von Stroheim's performance suffers from the film editor's tendency to hold shots far too long. Trimming the close-ups would have improved the movie a lot. As is, it's far too slow.
Production values are also somewhat limited. True, the camera-work rates as a definite notch above the usual flat Producers Releasing level, and the sets are fulsomely dressed. But we tire of them. The one small set in front of Sheffield's shop is used over and over, and the fact that it becomes so familiar negates whatever small impact the brief spurt of climactic action might otherwise have enjoyed.
Cheap Production, Lurid Script Mask Von Stroheim's Talent
oldblackandwhite24 January 2011
The year 1946 was one of the best for great movies, giving us such winners as The Best Years of Our Lives, The Strange Loves of Martha Ivers, and Canyon Passage. Unfortunately The Mask of Diijon was not one of these.
Bizarre actor-director Eric Von Stroheim had his triumphs in a long career, which dated back to the early silent era -- as a director, Foolish Wives (1922), The Merry Widow (1925) -- as an actor, The Grand Illusion (1937), Sunset Blvd. (1950). Unfortunately The Mask of Diijon was not one of these.
Showing up in Hollywood just before World War I, Stroheim excelled playing cruel German officers with his trademarked shaved head and monocle. He passed himself off as an Austrian aristocrat and a military expert, claiming he had served as an officer in an elite cavalry regiment. In reality he was from a respectable Jewish lower middle class family, and the closest he got to the cavalry was a brief stint as a mounted mail carrier. Never mind, the self-made legend was born, and it stuck to him all his life. He was billed as "the Hun" and "the man you love to hate." His career as a director was over by the late twenties. After several expensive flops, studio bosses were tired of his extravagant ways and his egotistical, abrasive personality. He continued on as an actor though, on occasion rising out of mediocrity with such as The Grand Illusion (1937) and Five Graves to Cairo (1943), in the latter of which he played German Field Marshal Erwin Rommel!
The Mask of Diijon is a long way down from those days, possibly Stroheim's darkest pit with the light of Sunset Blvd four years distant. This is a very cheap production. No-name actors, except for "the Hun", cheap sets, bad lighting, and awful script. The use of many dark scenes that some people may mistake for arty noir style is obviously just the result of not wanting to spend the dough for bright lights. Murky was the word all the way through. The acting was uninspired but not terrible, especially considering the cast got maybe 20 seconds per scene to rehearse in a budget-minded number like this. The story was the real killer though. Disturbed, paranoid magician uses hypnotism to get innocent victims to do his will, including suicide and murder. His hokey method of hypnotizing these clucks is simply reflecting off a shiny lighter into their eyes and mumbling something like, "You vill do vatefer I say!" And get this -- he learns this evil, occult skill simply by reading some books with self-help type titles something like How to Control People with Your Mind. Puleazee!!! If it were that easy to hypnotize people, I would have my grouchy old wife packed and down the road tonight, and by tomorrow night I would have a half-dozen young babes cavorting about my house! Come to think of it, I would have to hypnotize myself into being able to cavort. Never mind.
There were a few good moments in The Mask of Diijon, but I found myself continually praying the 70 minutes would finally drag to an end (I'm one of those masochist types who can't just turn one off). This movie is a stinker -- only for Von Stroheim devotees or desperate insomniacs.
Bizarre actor-director Eric Von Stroheim had his triumphs in a long career, which dated back to the early silent era -- as a director, Foolish Wives (1922), The Merry Widow (1925) -- as an actor, The Grand Illusion (1937), Sunset Blvd. (1950). Unfortunately The Mask of Diijon was not one of these.
Showing up in Hollywood just before World War I, Stroheim excelled playing cruel German officers with his trademarked shaved head and monocle. He passed himself off as an Austrian aristocrat and a military expert, claiming he had served as an officer in an elite cavalry regiment. In reality he was from a respectable Jewish lower middle class family, and the closest he got to the cavalry was a brief stint as a mounted mail carrier. Never mind, the self-made legend was born, and it stuck to him all his life. He was billed as "the Hun" and "the man you love to hate." His career as a director was over by the late twenties. After several expensive flops, studio bosses were tired of his extravagant ways and his egotistical, abrasive personality. He continued on as an actor though, on occasion rising out of mediocrity with such as The Grand Illusion (1937) and Five Graves to Cairo (1943), in the latter of which he played German Field Marshal Erwin Rommel!
The Mask of Diijon is a long way down from those days, possibly Stroheim's darkest pit with the light of Sunset Blvd four years distant. This is a very cheap production. No-name actors, except for "the Hun", cheap sets, bad lighting, and awful script. The use of many dark scenes that some people may mistake for arty noir style is obviously just the result of not wanting to spend the dough for bright lights. Murky was the word all the way through. The acting was uninspired but not terrible, especially considering the cast got maybe 20 seconds per scene to rehearse in a budget-minded number like this. The story was the real killer though. Disturbed, paranoid magician uses hypnotism to get innocent victims to do his will, including suicide and murder. His hokey method of hypnotizing these clucks is simply reflecting off a shiny lighter into their eyes and mumbling something like, "You vill do vatefer I say!" And get this -- he learns this evil, occult skill simply by reading some books with self-help type titles something like How to Control People with Your Mind. Puleazee!!! If it were that easy to hypnotize people, I would have my grouchy old wife packed and down the road tonight, and by tomorrow night I would have a half-dozen young babes cavorting about my house! Come to think of it, I would have to hypnotize myself into being able to cavort. Never mind.
There were a few good moments in The Mask of Diijon, but I found myself continually praying the 70 minutes would finally drag to an end (I'm one of those masochist types who can't just turn one off). This movie is a stinker -- only for Von Stroheim devotees or desperate insomniacs.
Rusty magic act gets a new twist
bkoganbing8 October 2013
It is rather well known that you cannot force anyone to do anything under hypnosis that they will not be willing to do themselves when of their own free will. Unfortunately that bit of reality which audiences in 1946 knew well that keeps The Mask Of Dijon from becoming a top flight melodrama. The cheapness of a PRC production also doesn't help.
They combine to defeat the incomparable Erich Von Stroheim who is playing a formerly great magician with an insane jealous streak that makes Othello look well adjusted. His Desdemona is Jeanne Bates a nightclub singer who runs into her old accompaniest William Wright who persuades her to come back and take Von Stroheim's rusty magic act as a package deal.
What both don't know is that Von Stroheim has been studying the art of Mesmer and he's going to use that to settle old scores, real and imagined. I can't say much more, but I will agree with another reviewer who did love the ending that Von Stroheim met.
Would that the rest of the film was that good.
They combine to defeat the incomparable Erich Von Stroheim who is playing a formerly great magician with an insane jealous streak that makes Othello look well adjusted. His Desdemona is Jeanne Bates a nightclub singer who runs into her old accompaniest William Wright who persuades her to come back and take Von Stroheim's rusty magic act as a package deal.
What both don't know is that Von Stroheim has been studying the art of Mesmer and he's going to use that to settle old scores, real and imagined. I can't say much more, but I will agree with another reviewer who did love the ending that Von Stroheim met.
Would that the rest of the film was that good.
Poverty Row
JoeB13120 February 2011
Warning: Spoilers
When horror fell out of favor at the big studios, it fell into Poverty Row, which was to 1940's pictures what Direct to DVD is today.
The plot of this film is that a retired magician is nagged by his young wife and associates to get back on stage, but he wants to discover the secrets of hypnotism and mind control. When his wife's old boyfriend comes on the scene, he plots his revenge, discovering he has the ability to hypnotize people with his will.
Edward Van Sloan of the Universal Horror movies has a bit part as the owner of a magic shop who designs a guillotine illusion that couldn't possibly actually work, but does set the stage for the movie's rather silly climax.
Chunks of the plot make no sense at all.. Why not just GIVE her the right gun? Why go back to the magic shop when you know they are going to be looking for you?
The plot of this film is that a retired magician is nagged by his young wife and associates to get back on stage, but he wants to discover the secrets of hypnotism and mind control. When his wife's old boyfriend comes on the scene, he plots his revenge, discovering he has the ability to hypnotize people with his will.
Edward Van Sloan of the Universal Horror movies has a bit part as the owner of a magic shop who designs a guillotine illusion that couldn't possibly actually work, but does set the stage for the movie's rather silly climax.
Chunks of the plot make no sense at all.. Why not just GIVE her the right gun? Why go back to the magic shop when you know they are going to be looking for you?
If the first hour was only as surprising as the end, this would be 10/10!
mark.waltz28 July 2018
Warning: Spoilers
In 1945, Producer's Releasing Corporation took the rising film noir genre by surprise with low budget film noir classic "Detour". A nearly similar classic, "Decoy", followed the next year. Unfortunately, even with the casting of the legendary Erich von Stroheim here, "Dijon" barely makes the mustard, closer to French's than Grey Poupon. It's your standard "Svengali" like melodrama with hypnotist von Stroheim obsessed with assistant Jeanne Bates so much that through a trance like manipulation, he gets Bates to marry him. She's really in love with pianist William Wright, but von Stroheim is obsessed so much that he continues to stalk Bates even though it's a lost cause. A complete meglomaniac, von Stroheim harasses Bates to the point of murderous intent, leading to a scheme to where he hypnotizes Bates into killing her true love.
This, for the most part, is pretty standard melodrama with only von Stroheim's commanding presence to keep it from sinking into poverty row muck. PRC does a great job with lavish sets and a few surprises, but nothing like that final which comes after a rather standard chase sequence and shoot out. Psychologically, this is fascinating as a study of the mental illness surrounding complete self absorbtion, and is another reminder of Shakespeare's immortal words that whom God intends to destroy, he drives mad first. I much prefer von Stroheim's similar tale of conceit, "The Monster and the Lady", made at Republic just two years before. But what fails in this film won't make you forget this film, leaving you with a dropped jaw followed by uncontrollable laughter and possibly even applause.
This, for the most part, is pretty standard melodrama with only von Stroheim's commanding presence to keep it from sinking into poverty row muck. PRC does a great job with lavish sets and a few surprises, but nothing like that final which comes after a rather standard chase sequence and shoot out. Psychologically, this is fascinating as a study of the mental illness surrounding complete self absorbtion, and is another reminder of Shakespeare's immortal words that whom God intends to destroy, he drives mad first. I much prefer von Stroheim's similar tale of conceit, "The Monster and the Lady", made at Republic just two years before. But what fails in this film won't make you forget this film, leaving you with a dropped jaw followed by uncontrollable laughter and possibly even applause.
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