The Missing Lady

Starring - for the last time - Kane Richmond as Lamont Cranston/The Shadow, and Barbara Read as his girlfriend Margo Lane, this plays like a cheap version of The Maltese Falcon. The 'Missing Lady' of the title is a jade statue, stolen during a robbery in which an art dealer is killed. Cranston sets out to find the murderer and recover the statue, but whenever he thinks he's identified the culprit that person winds up dead as well, leading the police to suspect that he is behind the murders and the theft.

This final Monogram Shadow movie is the best of the three. The God-awful 'comedy' that plagued the second one is dialled right back, and whilst there's still light relief, it's nowhere near as insufferable as before. In fact the picture has a 'heavier' atmosphere throughout, and feels far closer to a straight noir mystery - Bogart and Cagney wouldn't look out of place! Like the last film the Shadow doesn't appear much, leaving Cranston to do the donkey work. But the solution is a satisfying one that makes perfect sense. 6/10.

I have "The Shadow" radio series starring Orson Welles, so I was interested to see Lamont Cranston on film. This was my first one, and I have to say, I enjoyed it. I really liked Kane Richmond, who resembles the actor Donnelly Rhodes - very handsome with a nice quality. George Chandler plays his major domo Shrevvie, and Barbara Read is Margo - a much different characterization from the radio show. Read was married to William Talman of "Perry Mason" and committed suicide when she was 45.

This plot concerns murder and mayhem over the disappearance of a jade statue.

Unfortunately we didn't get to see much of "The Shadow." He appears very briefly only a few times.

Entertaining.

The Shadow/Lamont Cranston, also known as Kane Richmond is in search of a missing lady. After doing one bit of investigation as the Shadow --a voice and a silhouette on the wall -- it turns into a noir pitched midway between MURDER MY SWEET and THE GANGSTER -- it looks like the same backlot Gordon Wiles shot that cheap classic on.

The problems with this movie are numerous, and they include a script that has been cut so severely that little makes sense, characters who are present simply because they're also in the radio show so they have to show up, and one of those endings where you gather the suspects in a room and lo and behold! There's your man! It's awful.

On the other hand, there's some nice camerawork, particularly in the sequence set on the Bowery, with the El going by. But it isn't worth it.

So Kane Richmond takes top billing as the "Shadow/Cranston" but it's really "Miss Effie" (Almira Sessions) and "Miss Millie" (Nora Cecil) who steal the scenes as the busy-body lift operators who shimmy around in perfectly symmetrical attire running one of those counter-weight elevators that has a mind of it's own as they entrap their "passengers" whilst they accrue all the gossip. The rest of the plot is all centred on rather a silly misunderstanding between our sleuth and police inspector "Cardona" (James Flavin). You see, the eponymous character is not actually a person, but a foot-high jade statue worth a cool $250,000 - and it's been pinched. The policeman thinks it's a person but "Cranston" knows it's not - and that's the premiss of the hour as they both try to track it/her down whilst the body count mounts up. There's plenty of fisticuffs, trashed furniture and a few wise cracks along the way to an ending that's probably about as convoluted as they come. It's all production-line stuff this with little to remember, but I did think there was just a soupçon of charisma on display here from Barbara Read's "Margo" and the dynamic between the investigator, the inspector and is boss, the "Commissioner" (Pierre Watkin) does raise a smile now and again.

Various shady characters seek a mysterious one-foot high statue and are willing to kill for it! However...Bogart, Greenstreet, Astor and company are nowhere to be found. Instead we have Kane Richmond in another go around as Lamont Cranston, assisted by Barbara Read as Margo Lane.

At times this picture really does want to be The Maltese Falcon; at other moments, it lurches abruptly into unapologetic silliness. (For example: the hotel is owned by two elderly sisters who bought the place solely so that they could race the twin elevators up and down.) Most of the jokes are at least funny, which makes it easy to enjoy the picture, even if it does sometimes confuse in its unevenness. Cranston's assistant, Shrevvy, is goofy; Inspector Cardona is blustery; Margo and her own sidekick Jenny have ongoing jealousy issues over Lamont's and Shrevvy's involvements with various female suspects. However, the film's serious scenes are indeed strong enough to make those sudden shifts into slapstick somewhat disappointing as well as jarring.

Oh, the Shadow? Cranston's alter ego does pop into action occasionally, but frankly, the Shadow's appearances seemed almost obligatory on the film's part...maybe that's a reason the series kind of faded away after this entry. In any case, at this distance from the film's context and its character's place in pop culture, The Missing Lady is entertaining for an hour. But warn away the purists!