First the new.  Does 1999 count?  M Night Ramalamadingdongs first big hit 6th Sense.  No spoilers.   If you've seen it once, see it again.  If you've seen it twice you know what I mean.

And now the old, about which I wax MUCH more poetic.  Island of Lost Souls.  There's a Spanish and Dutch version.  Haven't seen 'em.  The '77 Lancaster/York (what an interesting pairing in its own right) is barely watchable.  The '96 Brando/Kilmer less so.  Unless you LIKE watching Brando in white face playing up the homosexual overtones Charles Laughten first brought to the '32 version.  But enough about that.

Universal had cornered the movie monster market in 30-31 (Drac, Frank, Invisible Man [never COULD see Claude Rains in that role]).  Paramount tried to keep pace with Jekyl/Hyde, and this.  Classic lit from H.G. Wells.  It was outlawed in many nations around the globe due to the unpalatable ethical and religious issues it raised. The film was produced before the infamous Hays Code was set up and thus was able to introduce radical scenes of horror and deviant sexuality that would become taboo until the liberalisation of movies in the early 1970's.

From IMDB: The film moves at a cracking pace and every second of the 71 minutes running time is well utilized, the production values are high and the sets look fabulous, the performances are very good, especially Laughton who resembles a seductive and effeminate Mephistopheles whilst Bela Lugosi, as the Sayer of the Law, is totally convincing in his role as the island elder. His makeup resembles the Wolf-Man and it is impossible to recognise him except through that rich and extravagant voice of his. Lota the Panther Woman, played by the winner of a Paramount publicity audition contest (where over 60,000 hopefuls were tested), is played by Kathleen Burke. Every time she appears the screen sizzles with creamy eroticism. Her body moves like an athletic cat and yet she is very innocent and tender. The moment she uncurls her fingers and reveals her clawed fingers in the moonlight will shrivel the most aroused male member of the audience. The script, although it does deviate from the novel in places, is literate and intelligent. There is a great deal of subtext on display - Laughton dressed in his immaculate white hat and suit and wielding a bull-whip over the animal-natives is a great metaphor for slavery and the invasion of Paradise.

This is right up there with FREAKS (1932) in terms of naked human horror.  HIGHLY recommended