Morianna
Morianna
| 15 August 1965 (USA)
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The family of an old, loathed millionaire named Verner Vade are sick of his dictatorship, and are just waiting for him to fall over and die. When he is attacked one night and disappears, a nosey cops start to investigate. A few days later Verner comes home again, wounded, and is back to his old, angry routines. And the family have had enough.

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Protraph Lack of good storyline.
Smartorhypo Highly Overrated But Still Good
Matrixiole Simple and well acted, it has tension enough to knot the stomach.
Edwin The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.
HumanoidOfFlesh 80-year-old millionaire Verner Vade lives in a giant house with his relatives.He's mean and somewhat of a dictator,which leads his family and everyone else to hate him.His nephew-in-law is a psychopath,his attorney (married to his sister-in-law)tries to swindle him,his wife is cheating on him,he doesn't approve of his daughter's fiancé and someone is raping the maid.When it's known that Vade is going to donate his fortune to charity leaving pretty much nothing to the family members,it gets even worse.Most of them,if not all,wants him dead.One night Verner is attacked and disappears...Great Swedish whodunit thriller with splendid Gothic atmosphere and a bit of quite tasteful nudity.The scene of the doll burned at the stake is especially bizarre.I have seen Arne Mattsson's "Mannequin In Red",but after watching "Morianerna" I have to check his other well-written crime movies soon!8 bodies in the lake out of 10.
lor_ Arne Mattsson's thriller Morianna holds up well after 40 years, but has fallen through the cracks. It's a very moody, very Swedish thriller, currently available on a Swedish DVD -no subtitles.It's a companion piece to The Sadist, also adapted from a Jan Ekstrom novel and featuring many of the same cast members. It's an early scripting credit from the top crime writer Per Wahloo.-SPOILERS AHEAD-Structure is a familiar Gothic one, a strange family led by an octogenarian patriarch, hissable Verner Vade (played by toplined Anders Henrikson), who is intent on leaving his entire fortune to charity. Film becomes a murder mystery after Vade is violently attacked, only to come back to life and later actually get murdered. In a droll turn, portly young Inspector Durell (Olle Andersson) investigates the case as a peculiarly Nordic antecedent of Columbo. Watching him I wondered what it would have been like had Hitchcock cast himself as a plodding inspector, instead of just doing cameo appearances.Mattsson, whose on-screen credits here are oddly misspelled twice as Matsson (I guess he never earned the requisite respect back on his home turf), keeps this melodrama very moody & morbid, with an excellent sense of "what will happen next?" maintained. He's abetted by a very strong cast, notably Bergman's familiar star Eva Dahlbeck as Vade's young wife and Heinz Hopf in one of his trademark pervert roles as Eva's nephew. The women are all beautiful and interesting characters, including Elsa Prawitz and Ella Henrikson.For American release the film was retitled "I, the Body", to cash in on the incredible art house success of "I, a Woman", arguably the most influential Scandinavian movie of this period. For that reason Lotte Tarp, who appears briefly fully nude (! for 1965) as the maid, was elevated to top billing in the English-dubbed U.S. release, while she is not even listed at all in the cast roster on the 2007 Swedish DVD.I recently saw Mattsson's biggest hit One Summer of Happiness in 35mm at Lincoln Center, and continue to be impressed by his work as a visual stylist. Obviously not in the ranks of Bergman, he does resemble some of the master's craftsmanship in a morbid vein, and perhaps Ingmar gave a tip of the cap to Arne in his sublime horror film Hour of the Wolf.I'm off to see The Sadist, and hope to review several more of Mattsson's interesting '50s and '60s works as well. IMDb users' comments on his later films (see for example Ann & Eve's board) tend to be fatuous and are thoroughly ignorant of his career arc. Apparently an exclusive diet of watching H.G. Lewis, Franco, D'Amato, etc. does rot the brain or at least de-sensitize one's critical faculties.