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The highly-publicized success in 1936 of Thomas Dewey in disassembling the vice-focused operations of "Lucky" Luciano spawned a raft of exploitative films such as this one (also titled VICE RACKET), an advertisement for which states "Soiled souls in the marts of a great city......sensational events as recently seen in the nation's headlines", a popular item for many years in those side street theatres that presented movies showcasing flesh and decadence while ostensibly offering an "educational" service to alert audiences of the wages of sin and lust. Although in love with her financially straitened surgeon husband, Mae Miller (Martha Chapin) becomes frustrated because with only a budding practice, he cannot provide for her those luxuries that her friends enjoy, and she is easily lured by an acquaintance to an illegal gambling establishment where she soon becomes addicted to the feckless thrill of wagering, that leads to more dire events after she falls into a state of substantial indebtedness to the club's crafty owner. This is Lucky Wilder (Wheeler Oakman) who places extreme pressure through a threat of blackmail upon Mrs. Miller since her debt to him has exceeded $10000, an enormous amount during the Great Depression, and Mae is compelled to become a call girl for Wilder in order to pay the vicemaster what she owes him, but events still worsen for the doctor's wife when her younger sister Carolyn (Gay Sheridan) is entrapped in the same manner. The scenario is related in flashbacks, with a District Attorney's office as setting of the present where Mae is being grilled as an accused murder suspect, characterized by the D.A. as "You who thrive on the slime of life", and yet the case has not been decided for Mae Miller in this quite sleazily-toned but competently constructed low-budget potboiler that is well-edited and ably directed by Elmer Clifton, who in his palmy days had been a favoured director for the Gish sisters, with perky Sheridan and well-practiced villain Oakman both convincing in their roles.

GAMBLING WITH SOULS is one of many "morality" shockers that were made in the 1930s. Ostensibly these were films designed to educate the viewing public about the dangers of drugs, vice, and sex, but in reality they were lurid little potboilers whose posters screamed sensationalism.

GAMBLING WITH SOULS is the first of these I've watched (it won't be the last) and it's a surprisingly well-made little film for the most part. Clearly this was done on a low budget, but the production values are fairly strong; there are lots of scenes set in bustling casinos and with lots of extras in the background. The narrative is well-constructed, with a mystery court-case bookending the tale told in flashback; it concerns a young woman, addicted to gambling, who is forced into prostitution in order to pay off her debts.

The cast is undistinguished but the material still holds a certain significance to this day - it's amazing how non-dated this feels, especially in comparison to the creaky likes of Lugosi's Dracula made the same decade - and it's fast-paced enough to retain the attention span of even the modern viewer.

This somewhat ramshackle production starts out as it means to go on, with shots of police starting out on a raid, clearly borrowed from elsewhere. We're soon introduced to Mae Miller, wife of a distinguished surgeon, and arrested for the murder of the local vice king following her inducement into heavy gambling, and then being forced to work as a call girl to pay off her debts. She's played by the unknown Martha Chapin, who is absolutely mesmerising in a performance of real star quality. Bearing more than a passing resemblance to a renowned star of the infinitely more explicit Adult entertainment of over forty years later, the adorable Juliet Anderson, she is alternately vivacious and vulnerable, and very sexy throughout. Did participation in such an outlaw movie as this preclude working in more respectable productions? If so, then what a waste.

The rest of the acting is variable; Wheeler Oakman as head of the gambling/vice racket would have been twirling his moustache, had it been longer; Vera Steadman is quite good as Mae's supposed friend Molly. In its crude fashion, this is entertaining, keeping you watching, and fans of this kind of dubious fare from yesteryear should enjoy it.

This is one of many so-called "educational films" of the 1930s that were really sad excuses for sleazy low-budget producers to make films that could slip nudity and banned material past the censor boards. Starting in late 1933 and early 1934, the Hays Production Code was dramatically strengthened to eliminate nudity, extreme violence and decidedly adult far from movies. Believe it or not, before this time, all kinds of taboos were relatively common in films coming from reputable Hollywood studios. However, after the Code was strengthened, perverts and the curious went looking for seedy material and found it in educational films that were really just excuses to show boobs and talk about sex and drugs. As educational material, some states DID allow these films to be seen, though I seriously doubt that parents went to them to learn how to better raise their children!

The main theme of GAMBLING WITH SOULS is forced prostitution. It seems that a local gambling den is actually a front where nice young ladies are hooked on gambling and then forced to become hookers to pay off their debt. The story begins with a police raid and seeing a blonde shooting one of the leaders of this hole. The rest of the film is her account to the police of what led her to this murder and how she lost everything due to gambling.

The film is very obvious and trite--with only passable acting and a script that, at times, is very silly. Certainly NOT a great film but oddly watchable if you are a bit of a voyeur and like bad films. Otherwise, beware.

There's a police raid on the gambling den. When they break into Wheeler Oakman's office, they find Martha Chapin standing over his corpse with a smoking gun. Soon she is in the office of District Attorney Edward Keane with her husband, research doctor Robert Frazer. Under questions, she starts telling the events that led to her murdering Oakman in extended flashback. She had been lured there by Vera Steadman, and had won at first, and spent the money. Then she lost heavily, and to pay off the debt was turned into a call girl.

It's cheap, Code-compliant exploitation, with occasional chorines in jiggly costumes, and Miss Chaplin disrobing: alternate shots of undergarments tossed to the floor, and Miss Chapin visible from the shoulder blade up.

Could this movie be considered an early example of film noir, or perhaps pre-noir? The flashback structure argues that it is, but if so, that's about it. It's cheap, it's sensational, and that is undoubtedly how it was sold to contemporary audiences.

1st watched 2/19/2007 - 3 out of 10(Dir-Elmer Clifton): Formulaic good woman gone bad story. This time being enticed by getting nice things thru gambling initially, then pushed into being an escort to pay back her debts to the gambling club. This all happens while her husband is trying to make it in the medical field and is often out of town. The movie starts with a murder and the rest of the movie is told in flashbacks as the accused tells the story. As is usual in these films, it starts out innocent enough at the roulette wheel but blossoms out of control as she loses more money. The bad guys threaten her by saying that they'll get her husband involved and then she's stuck to being their slave until the money is paid back. Eventually, the main character's sister gets enticed as well and her hatred brings about the ensuing crime. This is one of those "B" exploitation movies that doesn't pack much of a punch and the viewer is left waiting for the whole thing to just be over. The good thing is that it eventually ends, the bad thing is that I watched it.

(Spoilers) Educational movie about the evil's of gambling and how they can destroy even the best brightest and good among us.The movie starts off with a police raid of an illegal city gambling den that ends with the shooting death of the mobster who runs it Frank "Lucky" Wilder, Wheeler Oakman, a obvious fictional "Lucky" Luciano mob kingpin. Mae Miller, Martha Chapin, is caught by the police red-handed with the smoking gun still in her hand.What caused Mae an upstanding citizen who never was in trouble with the law in her life to end up charged with first degree murder?

Later in the D.A's office, the D.A looking a lot like the legendary 1930's New State crime fighter Thomas E. Dewey, Mae tells her story with her heart-broken and shocked husband Dr. Miller, Robert Frazer, present. Some time back at a local garden party Mae won $105.00 gambling on a boxing match and was approached by Molly Murdock, Gay Sheridan, who encouraged her to go with Molly to this gambling den in the city to have fun together with her. Unknown to Mae Molly works for that notorious gangster Frank "Lucky" Wilder as a madam who's out looking for new recruits for his prostitution racket. Rigging the roulette wheel so that Mae could win it turns out that at one point she won over $5,000.00 and spent it on fancy clothes and a new car as soon as she got it.

Mae's little sister Carolyn, Janet Eastman, is so impressed with Mae's lifestyle that she becomes interested in going to "Frank's Place" and make a bundle too and then live it up like Mae is doing. Then things start to turn around where Mae starts to lose and runs up a debt to "Lucky" for over $10,000.00, money that he so "gracefully" loaned her. Not being able to pay "Lucky" Wilder off Mae is forced to do unthinkable things like going out with strange men and putting out sexually for them in order to get the "blood money" that she owes Wilder.

A total wreck and mentally and psychically destroyed Mae tries to get away from Wilder but he threatens to tell her husband about her secret life if she pulls out of his control, but the worse is yet to happen to poor Mae. little Carolyn also gets involved with the Wilder mob as a dancer and Mae in shock and outrage tries to go to the Wilder nightclub where Carolyn is working to take her back home but Wilder has her thrown out.

Later Carolyn turns to even worse vices as she like Mae gets hooked on to the lifestyle that getting easy money, like by gambling, leads to. Found on the street one night and seriously injured from a back alley abortion, Carolyn obviously was knocked up by one of her Johns,Carolyn dies in the hospital with both her brother-in-law Dr. Miller, who worked there, and her sister Mae by her side.

Enraged and almost suicidal Mae goes to Wilder's gambling den and just as the police raid the joint, did she tip them off?, shoots him dead after telling him what a lowlife heel he is for what he did not only to her and Carolyn but to the scores of other people that he exploited. Mae shooting Wilder didn't at all look unprovoked. It seemed like Wilder was about to pull a gun out of his suit just before Mae shot him.

Back at the D.A's office Dr. Miller pleads with him to spear Mae for what she did saying that she bared her soul and that she only exterminated a vile and evil creature, Frank "Lucky" Wilder, who was only a menace to society and deserved what he got and that Mae had already suffered enough. The D.A in his ultimate wisdom tells Dr. Miller that it's up to a court and jury to decide what she did was either right or wrong.

Better then the far more famous "Reefer Madness" and far more accurate in it's subject matter "Gambling with Souls" is as prevalent today on the evil's of compulsive uncontrollable and illegal gambling as it was back then in 1936.

I had never heard the name of actress Martha Chapin until I saw her in this dark, moody little gem that was included in the Mill Creek boxed set of exploitation flicks--an absolute must for any fans of these long forgotten grind house classics.

Chapin plays Mae, the frustrated and gorgeous young wife of a doctor who doesn't make enough dough for her dreams of illicit happiness.

Chapin is truly amazing--looking even more sultry, sexy and earthy than her much bigger cohort, Jean Harlow. Clad in clinging white satin gowns, with platinum hair, a low, musical voice, Chapin mesmerizes in her grim role of a housewife gone bad. In one astonishing scene, she meets her pimp in a dingy, darkly lit bedroom. She proceeds to strip naked although all you see are her clothes and undergarments hitting the floor. Then the camera moves into a huge close-up of Chapin's face. While her lover is doing something off camera to her, Chapin registers orgasmic joy.

If she had worked for one of the major studios, Martha Chapin could have been one of the great. You're left wondering whatever happened to her and where did she come from?

Gambling With Souls (1936)

* (out of 4)

Police raid a gambling house where they discover a dead man with a woman holding a gun over him. They take the woman in for questioning where they learn the gambling house was used to cheat women into losing all their money so that they'll have to join a prostitution ring. Early exploitation/"warning" film is actually fairly well-made but that leads to boredom instead of laughs ala Reefer Madness. Without that "so bad it's good" feeling this one falls flat on its face. At least it doesn't run too long and if you're a fan of this genre then you'll still want to check it out but this will always remain forgotten among countless gems like Reefer Madness, Maniac and Sex Madness.