Ultra-minor suspense film from the Republic Pictures B-movie machine. A wealthy French dandy strongly suspects that he blacks out at night and somehow becomes a killer cat man. It’s Cat People meets She-Wolf of London, but not as good as either. Star Carl Esmond, an Austrian actor who puts on a French accent here, has all the charisma of a stale croissant and the film is shy with the cat man action. It’s mostly about Esmond’s paranoia and his efforts to avoid the law. Also, I don’t want to brag, but I figured out the “surprise” resolution about a half-hour into this. My mother always told me that I was special.