The King Murder

This is about philandering. It has at the center, a gold digger who is using planned extortion to get what she wants. She sets herself up, leaving little choice among her victims. Of course, the men are truly culpable and deserve much of what they get. The conclusion is pretty far fetched. If you are old enough to own a phonograph (turntable) you will get my point. The bad guys are depending a lot on some pretty random incompetence. This is interesting and has a few twists and turns, so it's not bad, but the conclusion is unsatisfying. The character of the young woman is pretty well portrayed and the acting isn't too bad. Still, it could have been better with a little more imagination.

I once was amused by a lousy Bela Lugosi thriller called "Murder by Television", from the '30s before television had actually gone public, but this earlier mystery/police procedural was even clunkier in its plot gimmick. It does have a certain camp fascination now, before reaching its centenary, on the level say of a "Creation of the Humanoids", a minimalist sci-fier I used to see in crummy syndication packages that not surprisingly was a favorite of Andy Warhol's.

The defects here are quite obvious, most significantly being the absence of real characters, as the writing is all geared toward function: situation drama rather than situation comedy. The actors are not attractive or interesting at all and emerge as mere stick-figures. I suspect that a 1932 audience would have to be addicted to B movies to get into it -no "Grand Hotel" superstar glamor or allure or even stars on the rise like a Bogart or Lombard. The cop is smug and dull, and only moves forward in his investigation by luck. The suspects are numerous and all equally boring. Worse yet, its talky emphasis unfolds like a radio play -one can close one's eyes and not miss anything, especially with the various opportunities for a fight, a chase or even real violence carefully avoided to minimize the budget.

Dorothy Revier is a kept woman with a man or two on the side, as well as a sideline in blackmail. When Don Alvarado and Marceline Day break into her apartment to recover some letters, they discover her dead. They leave, but soon Detective Chief Conway Tearle is on the case, with a large number of suspects.

THis straightforwardly plotted mystery seems to have been based on the murder of showgirl Dorothy King in 1923; it was also the inspiration for S. S. Van Dyne's THE CANARY MURDER CASE and the movie THE NAKED CITY. The handling of this Poverty Row movie is fast and seems to be rather random under the dirction of Richard Thorpe.

Tearle is clipped in his line readings. He had spent most of the 1920s as leading man to lady stars who wanted someone who didn't want the audience being distracted. By the 1930s he was reduced to leads in cheap B movies like this, and good supporting roles in major studios' A movies. He died in 1938 at the age of 60.

"The King Murder" like "The Canary Murder Case" (1929) and "Discarded Lovers" (1932) featured a female victim with multiple paramours. Any one of them could be guilty.

The victim was Miriam King (Dorothy Revier). She was shaking down a few men who'd been dumb enough to cheat on their wives with her. She was found dead one night by a man named Jose Moreno (Don Alvarado) who'd broken into her apartment to steal some letters that compromised him. He as well as a host of other men were suspects. Even two women were suspects: Elizabeth Hawthorn (Natalie Moorhead), the wife of one of Miriam's marks, and Pearl Hope (Marceline Day), the friend (or more) of Jose Moreno.

I must say that this murder mystery did have me guessing. At one point I was convinced of who the murderer was (I always lock on to the one with the least supposed motive and opportunity), just to be wrong. So for that, I give this movie a 7/10.

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It's a remarkable fact that some of the "B" directors like Richard Thorpe adapted to sound much faster than acclaimed "A" leaders like John Ford and Howard Hawks. Thorpe's Border Romance (1929) is very competently made indeed, and in this 1932 production he could still give some of the masters a keen lesson in pacing. Indeed, the first two reels move with such celerity that the average viewer needs to be really on his toes to keep up with the plot. And at this stage it's worth paying attention, because the sultry Dorothy Revier is right up there on the screen. When she is killed, the pace slows somewhat when the focus shifts to Marceline Day (who is too rake-thin for my taste) and plodding-as-she-goes hero, Conway Tearle. Nonetheless, the mystery is still intriguing enough, and Thorpe makes good use of Universal's standing sets to give the movie a bit of class. Natalie Moorhead is exotic enough to command a bit of interest, and an outstanding cameo by Rose Dione also helps. Alas, as usual in many of these Poverty Row thrillers, the solution to the mystery is somewhat contrived. Also disappointing is the revelation of the actual killer. In fact the whole climax is a letdown. One gets the impression that the producer ran out of money at this stage and simply wound the film down. Curtain!