The Shadow Returns

The movie is well enough to stand alone so you do not need to be aware of the earlier "Shadow".

Now do not go comparing this to the radio show as that is apples and oranges.

Lamont Cranston/The Shadow (Kane Richmond) promises to marry his secretary, Margo Lane (Barbara Read) that knows how to type with two fingers. That is unless a case shows up. You guessed it a case shows up in the nick of time.

The case is full of mysteries. Some obvious and some a bit more complex. For a cheap movie the more complex "What it is all about?" and "How did they do it murder?" are quite good.

For some reason, probably because it is a formula in detective movies, they had to have over the top comic relief in the form of a taxi driver/Shadow assistant.

Overlooking the not so bright chief of police and the comic relief, the program is worth watching.

"The Shadow Returns" (1946) looks a lot like the Monogram Charlie Chan films made around the same era: it is cheaply produced and claustrophobic. The plot is murky, though the murder method is certainly original - I never recall seeing it before. Square-jawed Kane Richmond is a slick Lamont Cranston, and more shadow-y than Rod La Rocque in the two 1930s Shadow films: he does wear a cape and mask at times, and his second identity is a secret to most people. There is some nice banter between him and eternal fiancè Barbara Reed; there is also a comic-relief chauffeur who seems modelled on Mantan Moreland in the Chan films. ** out of 4.

to make a real Shadow movie this time. Burbank & Hawkeye appear although they don't actually do anything - in fact you'd think they were Lamont's buddies rather than The Shadow's agents from they way they are depicted.

Don't get me wrong, its better than 'International Crime' because it does at least feature The Shadow even if he isn't depicted as well as in the earlier serial or the pulps. And it does have more action than 'The Shadow Strikes' (it could hardly have much less). It would be nice if Margot wasn't a pretty much total flake and more of an agent/assistant/non-idiot. Though she comes off looking good next to Cardona & Weston who make the Keystone Kops look and sound good (yes, I know the Kops were silent but that would be an improvement for this film).

See it if you can but don't go out of your way.

The first of three Shadow movies from Monogram Pictures, all starring Kane Richmond as Lamont Cranston/The Shadow, and Barbara Read as his girlfriend/assistant Margo Lane. The confusing plot involves jewels recovered from a businessman's grave, secret formulas, and a series of apparent suicide leaps that Cranston is convinced are murders - but cannot work out how they're done. As the police plod along in their investigation, Cranston - making a show of being an inept nuisance and getting in the way - secretly does some snooping of his own... as the Shadow.

Nothing is shown here of the Shadow's ability to hypnotise, become seemingly invisible, or 'cloud men's minds', and we never hear his demonic laugh. Instead he's more like the Saint or the Falcon - except that every now and then he pulls on a trenchcoat, hat, and mask. And whilst traditionally the Shadow's adventures have a pretty dark aspect to them (as captured well in the 1994 movie), here it's lighter, with lots of snappy banter played for laughs. The cast are solid, B movie regulars who do a good job with what they're given, and the leads are engaging; but the mystery doesn't really grab hold, and the whole thing ends up feeling pretty frivolous. 5/10.

Absolutely lame entry in the series. Except for the opening hook there's no atmosphere, a plotline that only Cal Tech could unravel, and a lead actor more suited for Father Knows Best than the sinister Shadow. Then too the fractured comedy crowds out anything more serious. As a mystery, it's about as involving as an ashpit. Okay, some snappy wisecracks are occasionally amusing, but just what the producers thought they were doing when they threw this mess together beats me. As a fan of the memorable old-time radio show, I'd like to sue Monogram for movie sacrilege. No, there's no need to go on. And please, I take no satisfaction in ridiculing this concoction. But a flop is a flop and this one just goes splat.