The Case of the Curious Bride

... since the premise of the crime does not make sense, and the behavior of both Perry (William) and the DA are outright illegal and unethical. (Sometimes one is not necessarily the other).

Rhoda Montagne (Margaret Lindsay), recently married to the wealthy Carl Montagne (Donald Woods), is allegedly "curious" if a particular person is alive. Except she isn't curious when she calls Perry and does the obvious old "a friend of mine wants to know" routine. Her allegedly dead husband has returned from the grave and has been bothering her for lots of money or he threatens the scandal of bigamy. Now this guy's racket makes no sense. He marries women, fakes his own death, and waits for them to marry rich men and then pulls the bigamy routine? How does he know, during the Great Depression, that any of them will marry a rich guy? This is a scam that might never pay off.

Well Rhoda's not dead husband turns up dead again - this time for real - stabbed in his apartment. Rhoda is arrested for the crime. But even her arrest is full of hijinks. Perry first hides the suspect then turns her over to be "arrested by the press", who then don't have to turn her over until they finish their interview? The police and DA work to hide Rhoda from her attorney, Perry, in spite of a habeas corpus order UNTIL they get a confession. Law & Order prosecutor Jack McCoy would shake his head and knock all of their heads together Three Stooges style.

And yet it works. Because the mystery of who actually did do it is a pretty good yarn. Because Warren William as the always suave never mussed never plussed attorney moves gracefully through his paces. Because Allan Jenkins as Perry's ever loyal muscle is a not very bright yet humorous delight. And because of the coroner who loves his work - "I'll be seeing you" - is always his greeting to everybody.

A couple of surprises - Margaret Lindsay and Donald Woods were paired several times because they had some chemistry together. But this time the wooden Donald Woods uses his stiffness to surprise you with the outcome. Also, speaking of stiffs, Errol Flynn is mute in a bit part as the murdered man. Did director Michael Curtiz, who directed Flynn in a total of twelve films, look under the sheet and say "kid, you've got something"?.

There seems to be a wide divergence of opinion on the quality or otherwise of this one, whether it's poor and dull or witty and fast. I plump for the latter, even though Warners' portrayal of the lawyer left something to be desired, turning him into potentially yet another run of the mill private eye for the b market. But the production values in this were pretty high and it was directed by Michael Curtiz with panache.

Woman comes to Perry Mason played again by William Warren for help because her first husband she thought dead has come back to shake her and her new rich husband down. Her first husband gets his instead, from then on the game is on to find whodunit and why, with some witty if sometimes improbable plot twists along the way. From the outset with Perry and his laconic coroner friend buying lobsters for the creation of a new gastronomic sensation to Errol Flynn's flashback appearance it carries you along on a tide of incessant lighthearted repartee and swift soft focus fade out's and in's. Typecast Allen Jenkins plays Perry's helper the brash and loyal Spudsy in what must be one of his finest performances ever, he weaves in and out of the story as a perfect counterpoint to his boss. Favourite bits: The all-too-short scenes in Luigi's restaurant on that "nutty night"; Perry and the coroner's continual smart ass one liners; the cosy relationship depicted between Perry and the newspaper men; Jenkins getting knocked out by the 2nd husband; Flynn's bit.

It should be a great watch for fans of b&w 30's detective films (and maybe screwball comedies too), I certainly have always enjoyed this 2nd entry in the series. But not to be taken too seriously.

This is the only Warren William Perry Mason movie I've seen so far, and I thought it was a lot of fun! It gallops along at a breakneck pace, partly thanks to its super-kinetic (and rather disorienting) editing. William and Dodd bring a really delicious tongue-in-cheek camaraderie to the roles of Perry and Della, while Mayo Methot (was she already married to Bogart?)has a lot of fun with the small part of Florabelle. The coroner is not to be missed, by the way!

It is fascinating to see what a different interpretation of the character of Perry Mason William gives; he seems to be drawing as much on his previous performance as Philo Vance as on anything in the books. Naturally, this makes him nothing at all like Raymond Burr's Mason. (And he's in San Francisco, by the way, not Los Angeles.) I certainly missed the gravitas and moral authority that Burr gave the part, but William is hilarious and highly professional, pulling off a performance not unlike that of a drunken tightrope walker working without a net with aplomb and smooth daring-do.

The murder (of Errol Flynn, no less!) is incidental.

Second in the Perry Mason film series starring Warren William as the famed lawyer/detective. It's arguably the best in the series. This time around Perry is asked for help by an old flame and winds up investigating her estranged husband's murder. Fun entry with a weird thread involving Perry's cooking hobby. William is having fun as he usually seemed to be. Allen Jenkins is a hoot as Perry's sidekick. Claire Dodd is an enjoyable Della Street. Errol Flynn has a "blink and you'll miss him" appearance in a flashback. This was his inauspicious feature film debut. One of Humphrey Bogart's wives, Mayo Methot, has a small part. The rest of the fine cast includes the always lovely Margaret Lindsay, the always bland Donald Woods, and the always grumpy Barton MacLane. It's a good-looking film, attractively photographed by David Abel with nice direction from the great Michael Curtiz, who would go on to much bigger and better films, including many starring Flynn.

Margaret Lindsay approaches Warren William to ask him a question for a friend. It's always for a friend, isn't it? She's about to be married and wants to make sure her first husband is dead. While William goes in search of a bottle of Chablis '21, Miss Lindsay disappears. When the coffin of her first husband is opened, it contains a wooden Indian.

The second Perry Mason movie has him in San Francisco, still a sharp, urbane, sophisticated man, and a bit of a shyster when it comes to defending his clients. It's a nicely tangled little mystery under the direction of Michael Curtiz, with the snap and crackling pace that had become a standard for Warners programmers during the pre-code era, and which had not quite vanished.