GamerTab That was an excellent one.

Matialth Good concept, poorly executed.

Stellead Don't listen to the Hype. It's awful

Cristal The movie really just wants to entertain people.

tomwal Having seen this film at the tender age of nine, the images of a "headless ghost" walking around, conjured up nightmares for many nights to come. For a "b" film running a bit under one hour, The Mysterious Doctor manages to convey the proper amount of chills. While not in the Val Lewton class, the cast of Lester Matthews John Loder, Elenor Powell and a standout performance by Matt Willis,atmospheric photography of fog shrouded moors and an eerie score all combine to perhaps take the film up a bit from an average " b" thriller. The ending might seem sugary to todays viewers, but one must take into account that these were the war years.Having just recently seen it again on line, I still enjoyed the movie after all these years!

dbborroughs Beginning with a truly stunning image- what appears to be a headless corpse walking along the foggy moors, this is a neat little wartime thriller about the weird goings on in a small English village that has had the local tin mine shut down because of weird visions-headless visions- and the tragedies that strike those who go in the mine. ASolidly enjoyable hour long film this has mood to burn. As my friend Lou says about the film "it has everything you'd put on a list of things you need for a great 'old dark house film'". I agree. While the film isn't perfect, the mood has to be shifted to one side because there is, after all a plot, its still a great film to watch on a dark and stormy night or late at night curled up under the covers.

Stormy_Autumn "The Mysterious Doctor" (1943) is a fun, fairly predictable WWII propaganda film. Lots of fog and fear in and around the English village of Morgan's Head. A stranger comes out of nowhere, steps out of the fog and flags down a horse and cart for a free ride into town. The driver is willing as long as it's a pick-up and delivery. He won't be staying.The stranger is Dr. Frederick Holmes. (Sherlock's little brother?) He arrives at the Inn and learns the story of the closed tin mine, the village of "Morgan's Head" and the headless ghost who came into being when 2 miners fight to the death. When it's finished Black Morgan loses his head. Since then several miners have died the same way. Next the village squire enters and meets their visitor. He learns that Dr. Holmes' has decided to stay longer and explore the closed mine. (On the spur of the moment? Oh sure. Uh-uh. Whatever!) The next day the good doctor heads out and disappears and a headless corpse is found in the mine. Hmmm, could it be that the story has lost one of it's heroes already? Considering it's 1943 WWII movie at least he died for his country. (Or somebody's anyway.)***The Spoiler***About the participants suspicious or otherwise: We know right away that Letty is OK. She takes care of and protects 'Slow Bart'. Kit, the loyal soldier, must be OK because he loves Letty. Is 'Slow Bart' who he seems to be? Is Dr. Holmes on the right side or just dead? How about Sir Henry where does he spend his time when away from "HIS" village? Who is left? How about the list of other usual suspects in the crowd? Could they be involved? Hmmm.Cast: John Loder as Sir Henry Leland, Eleanor Parker as Letty Carstairs (born in Cedarville, Ohio, Eleanor does a great job with the British accent), Bruce Lester as Lt. Christopher 'Kit' Hilton, Lester Matthews as Dr. Frederick Holmes, Matt Willis as Bart Redmond (the mentally challenged villager) does very well.

telegonus This not perhaps one of the great films but is yet the umpteenth example of how a well-made and nicely acted picture can work wonders even without a particularly outstanding script. A doctor on a walking tour in foggy Cornwall finds himself at a village inn. He has to knock hard to get someone to open the door, and when it does open he is greeted by a man with a black hood over his head. Once inside the stranger meets the customers at the bar, who are the usual dour, sullen, somewhat eccentric British types moviegoers are familiar with thanks to such lively and observant directors as James Whale. Whether such characters have ever existed in the real world is of course irrelevant. The actors are British enough, and the setting sufficiently evocative to satisfy even the most finicky moviegoer. We are in Hollywood's England of the forties, when Brittania ruled with an authority and prestige not seen since, and when dry ice fog and mists suggested a quaint and cozy never-never Albion out of Dickens and Doyle almost as well as the authors themselves had done. One of locals tells the doctor the tale of the headless ghost of Black Morgan, which many believe to still be haunting the village and local mine. For a while, due to the exceptionally suspenseful build-up and clever art direction, one might have expected a werewolf or two to show up before the picture ended. This alas does not happen, and the film, though satisfying in its way, never fulfills the promise of its early, expository scenes.What follows is a mystery, reasonably well done, highly unoriginal, and unworthy of the actors and set designers, who deserved better for their sterling efforts. This film is highly recommended for its atmosphere, though as a story it contains few surprises. Director Ben Stoloff does a commendable job in the dramatic scenes, and has a feel for the nuances of mood in terms of psychology and setting, as the two interact well and properly, as they always should. Leading lady Eleanor Parker handles her generic role quite well and comes close to being convincingly British without any excessive mannerisms. John Loder is decent as the local 'Sir', and the various supporting players are credible if predictable in their routines. Lester Matthews makes a fine Dr. Holmes, and plays his part with an authority and empathy one does not expect in an English actor at this time and in this sort of film. Matt Willis is excellent as the chief suspect. He was always a fine actor, and was never given the parts he deserved in his brief film career. In what one might call the Laird Cregar (or Vincent Price) role he is in his very different way as good as they were, and far more natural. The film's final scenes are badly dated, but overall this is as finely polished a B gem as one can find, and might have been a masterpiece of its kind with a better screenplay.Technically it is a virtuoso piece, suggesting at times Hitchcock, at other times Lang; there's a touch of Val Lewton in the sensitive use of second-hand sets; in its locale, concluding scene and one of its leading actors it is strangely reminiscent of Ford's How Green Was My Valley; and early on it feels like a horror film. Not a bad showing for a little under sixty minutes running time.