Disappointing follow-up to The Canary Murder Case has William Powell reprising his role as dilettante sleuth Philo Vance investigating a wealthy family where the last surviving heir stands to inherit a fortune.
Unlike the prior film, which focused on a single murder, this entry piles up bodies at an absurd rate, culminating in a finale that made me laugh out loud. Also not helping: the costumer’s decision to dress Powell in a kimono, a paisley smoking jacket, an oversized white topcoat, and a pair of thick-rimmed Coke bottle glasses 1. Thankfully, not all at once. Followed by The Benson Murder Case.
Yes, it’s more in keeping with the source novel’s portrayal of Vance as a dandy, but Powell deserved better.↩