This is, sadly, a missed opportunity and a terrible pastiche of a wonderful book, one which probably inspired Dorothy Sayers (who greatly admired it) to come up with Peter Wimsey.
The main characters are completely miscast. Michael Wilding is good at charming and debonair, but not as a cerebral detective, even one who talks piffle at his lady-love (as does Wimsey). John McCallum is wooden, Margaret Lockwood (almost always one-dimensional, always overrated) is simply not up to playing such a complex person as 'Margaret' (Mabel in the book). Welles and Malleson can never be bad, of course, but even Sam Kydd is not really stretched.
And that's the next problem: the script is dreadful. The dialogue is stilted and too truncated, and in fact it's not possible to do justice to the book in such a short film.
The main characters are completely miscast. Michael Wilding is good at charming and debonair, but not as a cerebral detective, even one who talks piffle at his lady-love (as does Wimsey). John McCallum is wooden, Margaret Lockwood (almost always one-dimensional, always overrated) is simply not up to playing such a complex person as 'Margaret' (Mabel in the book). Welles and Malleson can never be bad, of course, but even Sam Kydd is not really stretched.
And that's the next problem: the script is dreadful. The dialogue is stilted and too truncated, and in fact it's not possible to do justice to the book in such a short film.
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