William Cowen's Kongo is a middling horror flick from 1932. A revenge tale set amidst MGM's African jungle set, Kongo has one chief asset: its leading man Walter Huston, dependable as always. Lupe Velez is nice to look at, especially when drenched by fake jungle sweat. Conrad Nagle and Virginia Bruce are serviceable. William Cowen's direction lacks intensity, which is unfortunate because what a potboiler like this needs is some juice. A point of comparison is the Tod Browning, Lon Chaney film West of Zanzibar, based on the same source material as Kongo. It has more juice.
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