The Devil Commands

Boris Karloff, at the time in the middle of a mad scientist rut that threatened to bog him down completely, is here attempting to contact his dead wife with weird machinery (involving Frankensteinian electricity, metallic space suits and hijacked bodies) and predictably disastrous results. Basically, it's a thick-ear version of a fine novel by William Sloane (The Edge of Running Water), but Karloff's performance is as reliable as ever, and Dmytryk injects what style he can on the budget, notably an atmospheric opening sequence more than reminiscent of the beginning of Rebecca.