Due to life stuff, we're getting a late start on Ghostober. I felt like watching some light b&w horror, so I let Prime video make some suggestions.
First up, The Ghost and the Guest (1943). James Dunn and Florence Rice have just gotten married. Dunn has a California honeymoon planned, but Rice has other ideas. She cancels the trip and plans to take her husband to the house in the country that her father has bought them. Dunn isn't pleased, but what can he do. As his black servant Sam McDaniel (Hattie's brother) says about being stric t with your wife, "That's what I always says I do, but it isn't what I always does."
The house turns out to be a rundown mansion that had been owned by a notorious murderer, and is now owned by Robert Dudley, the hangmen who's last job was that same murderer. He's a kindly old coot, whose habit of playing with nooses unnerves McDaniel. He has some great and gruesome line about fixing the murderer's stiff neck - he never complained about it afterwards.
A coffin is delivered from the penitentiary - It's the murderer. Dudley wanted to give him a nice burial. Then some of his "relatives" show up - actually a bunch of crooks looking for a stash of loot. And nobody notices someone slip out of the coffin and into a secret passageway. I can't remember why the police show up, but they do. A fine honeymoon.
This was written by Mory Amsterdam, and has a few good gags, mostly involving hanging. Mory's wife, Mabel Todd, plays a man-hungry blonde. I'm sorry to say that nobody else really stands out, but if you like silly movies with gangsters, hidden passages and spooky houses, this will be up your alley.
The Ghost Train (1941) is a British film. It starts on a train. Arthur Askey pulled the emergency brake because he lost his hat. As a result, the train misses a connection, and a small load of passengers are stuck in a small railroad station. It's pouring rain, there's no phone and the nearest inn in miles away. The station master doesn't want them there, and warns them about the unused track out back. If they see the ghost train, don't look - those who do, wind up dead.
The station master then leaves for the night, and comes back dead, with a knife in his back.
As for the rest, it's not very exciting. There's a glamorous woman driven mad by the train and her somewhat sinister brother, some train-board romances, etc. Mostly, though, there's Arthur Askey. He was a British musichall, radio and movie personality. His specialty seems to be skipping around like a ninny and singing silly songs - and being annoying. It's an acquired taste. We have not acquired it.