Too dull to mock, I fear.
A bunch of cardboard characters wander about in Voodoo Man (1944). The audience has little chance to get to know and care about them, and when Dr. Marlowe needs more lovely young ladies to use in his mystic attempts to recover his dead wife, off they go. But then evil trips over its own slip-shod ways, the law arrives, and, well, that’s it.
Don’t waste your time on this one, even if you’re wasted.
