Berserk

Joan Crawford, who will be 60 years old on March 23, still has as pretty a set of gams as any actress in films. She displays them right up to the pelvis in the costume she wears as ringmistress and owner of an English circus, in which a killer at large perpetrates a parlay of improbable murders. One high-wire artist is garroted by his wire, another is skewered on a bed of bayonets, the manager gets a tent spike neatly through the noggin, and a Lady-Who-Gets-Sawed-in-Half gets sawed in half. In between, the usual circus acts--elephants, horses, dogs, wild animals, aerialists--plus repeated shots of the audience giggling and gasping, pad out the film to the conventional 90 minutes.

Berserk is the ninth inexpensive pseudo-shocker ground out since 1957 by Producer Herman Cohen, who first dis.-covered the gold in those chills with I Was a Teenage Werewolf. "I made Berserk for the same reason I made Werewolf," said Cohen. But why did Miss Crawford make it?

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