Starring: Boris Karloff, Myrna Loy, Lewis Stone, Karen Morley, Jean Hersholt

As one considering the love The Deuce dost hold for Moms might ask: “Dost The Deuce not also love Dads?” Well, ask away!! The answer you’ll get: The Deuce dost indeed love Dads! In point of fact: The Deuce is down with Daddies! Big ones, sugar ones… long-legged, disco, dewdrop… Beat-it Daddies… cool… deadbeat Daddies – drop dead!! “But what of these Dads dost The Deuce Daddies most admire?,” you may ask – to which The Deuce dost respond that, to The Deuce, the most admired of daddies is a diabolical Daddy! Indubitably! And, even better: The Deuce especially admires diabolical Dads with equally diabolical daughters!! Indubitably they do! “Fooey,” you say?? Not fooey! For The Deuce says “Fu-Manchu” to you – and furthermore – in honor of this month’s Daddy Day – The Deuce is gifting to you – its Daddies, daughters, sons and lovers: THE MASK OF FU-MANCHU!! For YOU! Indubitably diabolical! That’s The Deuce for ya!

The undeniably indubitably diabolical Dr. Fu Manchu is up to yet another of his devilish death-dealing schemes toward his ever-sought end-game of World Domination… And dost the diabolical Doc deal his dastardly deeds solo? No! This devil has a daughter! A dutiful dastardly daughter just as delighted with devilry as her diabolical Daddy! But what’s a dutiful dastardly daughter to do when her diabolical Daddy develops a death-ray designed to destroy those with less colorful complexions and sets his sight squarely on some simpleton she might just fancy to be her own personal minion slash sex-slave?? See for yourself, Nayland Smith!!!

Headlined by the double-trouble team of Boris Karloff – basking in the brazen badness of the fiendish Dr. Fu Manchu, chewing the scenery with relish in his pre-camp, pre-Code over-the-top characterization of Chinese chicanery – and Myrna Loy – at her most man-eater-ish as the diabolically devilish Doctor’s devilishly delirious daughter, Fah Lo See… maniacally manipulating and marvelously manicured… titillated with inflicting tortures on timid twits and modeling an outlandishly arrayed smorgasbord of the most sequin-soaked sexed-up-styled très moderne dresses that diabolical designer extraordinaire, Adrian, could fever-dream up for her…

Taking novelist Sax Rhomer’s race-baiting Yellow Scare hokum (albeit quite enjoyable hokum) as a starting point to spring-board triple-axle deep-end dive into a swirling sex-pool smoldering with sado, maso, supio, pan-and-scan sweat-soaked, pent-up and panting sexual desire so debauched it can be no mere coincidence to find one “John Waters” credited as its Assistant Director – as if in some perfect time-collapsing pairing of perversity peddlers – and the whole of the hokum decked out in designer Cedric Gibbons’s decadently Deco decor, the opalescence of which itself an invitation to revel in its diabolical decadence… delirious! A hypo of hopped-up hokum that had the crowds of the Capitol Theatre so hot-under-the-collar they were wishing Wisk was already invented!!

It’s gonna be an indubitably diabolical dive into delicious debauchery… so bring a Daddy to The Deuce!!