Competent—if unremarkable—Charlie Chan mystery. Lugosi cuts a striking figure as an enigmatic psychic who may—or may not—figure in a starlet’s murder in Honolulu.
Oland carries the film as Chan. His casting proves problematic by today’s standards, but his performance never ventures into mean-spirited caricature. Otto Yamaoka’s turn as Chan’s assistant, however, both annoys and offends. At least it’s a minor role.
The location photography adds a sense of prestige, and I loved Dwight Frye turning up in a meaty (though uncredited) part, but post-Dracula Lugosi deserved better.