The recent Holmes films have been thrilling and dramatic but so loosely based on the book as to deserve another title. This has the feel of the book. Swirling fogs and impeccable English with an elegance lacking in the newer versions. It doesn't centre on detective skill to my chagrin, more on the storyline which is complex enough to stay interesting with a pleasant twist.
This is usually regarded as the least of the 14 Sherlock Holmes films starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce. It's not that it's a chore to watch... just rather forgettable. There is an impression of the series running low on budget, and inspiration. We get three musical numbers, including Bruce miming to Loch Lomond!
There's far more of Dr. Watson's idiotic bumbling than Holmes' cold deduction. More comedy than suspense. The king of a Balkan country has been assassinated and the duo must transport his heir on a perilous sea journey to... Algiers. So, which among the fellow passengers is the enemy?
Maybe it's Rex Evans and Martin Kosleck, doing impressions of Sidney Greenstreet/Peter Lorre in The Maltese Falcon? Marjorie Riordan glows as a beautiful singer caught up in the case of some missing diamonds. Her musical interludes and all the comedy makes this sometimes seem like a revue.
Sadly there's no Baker Street, or Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade. Or that atmosphere of Universal gothic. Maybe the studio felt the formula was in need of a shake. But this deserves its reputation as the lowest point of the series.