For those hording toilet paper

Well, off to sleep I shall after finishing Isle of the Dead (1945), a horror film that seems to have gained momentum since its early release. Karloff as a Greek general, and an American reporter accompanying him to an isle known as a cemetery of the dead. Karloff's wife is buried there, so he hears a lovely voice he plans to follow in order to learn of who had been despoiling graves of the dead on the isle. He meets an assortment of nationalities from various countries, just so happening to be on the isle as a plague sweeps through. A supposed cursed witch is drummed up by a woman who owns property on the isle, allowing an antiquities expert to run the lodging on the isle. Karloff calls for his doctor and they determine that the isle cannot be left as his men (in war) must not be allowed to catch the plague. Soon they start falling prey to plague, death, infighting, and superstition. Catalepsy leads to a burial-alive development unleashing a mad woman to get revenge on Karloff and the superstitious owner of the lodging for their witch nonsense. The weakened woman of catalepsy has a lovely assistant considered the witch so mentioned often.

The gloomy atmosphere of the isle, how it shadowed at the end with the death-gown mad woman on the loose, and the plague tormenting the characters adds a lot of weight to the film. Karloff's military leader, requesting in function, using a pistol, for his officer to commit suicide for allowing his soldiers to lag behind certainly establishes his method of leadership...the watchman he is called. His domineering command over even civilians is quite elaborated...a tailor-made role for Karloff.