A man saves a woman from some creep on a boat in the English Channel. Then he tries to riffle through her purse only for her to throw it overboard. This intriguing beginning belongs to 1936's House of Secrets, a pleasingly weird little b-movie.
It has some snappy dialogue, too. After Barry (Leslie Fenton) knocks out the molester, Julie (Muriel Evans) tries to say something. Barry says, "Shh. I just put him down. Soon he'll want his bottle."
He marvels at how he always wanted an opportunity to be a saviour for a damsel in distress and, without a trace of shame, leans into her to claim his reward. She rebuffs him and won't even tell him her name. Of course, this is not the end.
In England, American Barry finds he's inherited an old house. After signing a mouldering old contract, he strolls over to the place only to find it inhabited by strange men and angry dogs. And, of course, the damsel.
The movie continually presents surprising, weird little scenes that make it a satisfying experience. House of Secrets is public domain and available from various sources on YouTube. This one has the smallest watermark:
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Reversed beyond the point of right she came.
Around the mountain means a moment's day.
She's gone to bed to make the cactus tame.
Asleep, the movie shows were glowing clay.
The blinding wall diverts the travel man.
Descending suns were rain for distant things.
Corrosive trees were tightly packed in can.
Acceptance prompts predict when Duchess sings.
The treasure secret froze for reasons blank.
Redoubled arms could shame the spider sack.
A chopper option scratched the ordered tank.
An hour later's twenty minutes back.
Replacing panes reduced the portal's worth.
A sooty snow adorns the ailing Earth.
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