Hopelessly muddled (I still don't know who committed the second murder, nor do I care), plodding and crudely made, with a terrible soundtrack; this one is only for diehard Sherlock Holmes addicts. Arthur Wontner was an enjoyable Holmes, but all his (surviving) films suffer from low budgets and faulty prints. ** out of 4.
Review of Murder at the Baskervilles
