Seven Keys to Baldpate

The seventh lensed version of the Earl Derr Biggers/George M. Cohan comedy-scarer is a very pleasant affair under the direction of Lew Landers. We're alerted to its comedy as soon as lead Phillip Terry shows up in glasses and wearing a bow tie, and the fine cast of supporting actors lets us know we're in for a good time.

Terry is a writer who has bet Jason Robards Sr. That he can write a novel in 24 hours at a closed hotel. Robards send his secretary, Jacqueline White, to gum up the works, but she and Terry are distracted by the assortment of thieves and madmen who come wandering through the doors.

The handling of the subject runs more clearly towards laughs than earlier versions, and it looks to me like the pacing and camera work by Jack MacKenzie was influenced by Frank Capra's version of ARSENIC AND OLD LACE. If you get a chance to see the beautiful copy that Turner Classic Movies ran this morning, take it.

You wouldn't be seeing this film at any other time other than the midnight to dawn schedule. A relatively effective start leads to a runaround that could very nearly have been farce. Its length denotes its depth: fairly clichéd characters stuck together in a remote country hotel, dying one by one in ways that surely must have been groansome even in 1947.... But at the time of the day I was watching it, my brain wasn't exactly working on all cylinders, so it amused me.

Of particular note is Phillip Terry, whose acting is nothing short of woeful: he is clearly not suited to the type of character he is playing here. The fact that he is playing the main character makes it stand out terribly, and it isn't improved when the tone of the film (and the role) changes as the film goes on.

I caught "Seven Keys to Baldpate" on TCM and found it ok if somewhat dated, similar to the likes of "Arsenic and Old Lace". The film is based on a stage play by the famed George M Cohan and has been filmed quite a few times prior. The movie is your basic mystery-comedy where a writer, Kenneth Magee (Terry), must go to the secluded Baldpate Inn to churn out a story in 24 hours in order to win a $5,000 bet (1947 dollars, so about $60,000 today). Well, a series of unusual circumstances and various menacing, comic and romantic characters step in to put a wrench in Magee's plans. Not great but enjoyable.

Yes this is the fourth version of the film and I am quite sure that the theatrical live play version of this mystery/story would have been quite entertaining as well. Having watched this 1947 film for the first time some seventy six (76) years subsequent to its initial release date I was pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed this quirky mystery/crime/romance/comedy film.

Of course the on screen chemistry between two of the main characters author Kenneth Magee (Phillip Terry) and office secretary Mary Jordan (Jacqueline White) was very natural and amusing. The hectic pace between the other five (5) key holders residing at Baldplate only added to the mystery and comedy of the film. I only wish I could have seen them play their respective roles in a live theatre version performance of Seven keys To Baldplate. I am very fond of Ms. White's natural atlent in all of her films as well as with her natural beauty. An added bonus is Ms. White's acting career was fulfilled without any on screen or off screen scandals, not so typical of todays social media crazies.

I enjoyed the film considerably and as such I have rated it a deserving 7 out of 10 IMDb rating.

Another perennial "classic" of crime from the brain of Earl Derr Biggers, who gave birth to the aphoristic sleuth Charlie Chan, Seven Keys to Baldpate endures in multiple screen versions. The 1947 model was an odd programmer to come out of RKO at a time when it was busy churning out film noir, because Seven Keys to Baldpate harks back to an older style, a cozy, old-fashioned Mystery of no great originality or complexity.

One dark and stormy night mystery writer Phillip Terry arrives at a supposedly deserted-for-the-season lodge called Baldpate somewhere in the Catskills or Adirondacks. He's there to win a big bet that he can complete a story within 24 hours only to find that he's not, as expected, alone since he was assured he possesses the only key. There's a creepy `caretaker' (Eduardo Ciannelli) installed, and as the night passes a succession of other suspicious key-holders gain access to the lodge: Jacqueline White, Jason Robards Sr., Margaret Lindsay et al. Seems there's nasty business afoot concerning a jewel theft, a payoff, and Heaven knows what else.

Despite a promisingly spooky start (sliding panels to secret passages, a black cat, a howling storm), the movie can't sustain its thread of suspense and opts for an `antic' mood, always the Kiss of Death. Unfortunately Terry, barely acceptable playing it straight, fails abominably at the light comedy required of him. And so the strong beginning degenerates into the mechanical fire-drill typical of the Charlie Chan vehicles – lights go out, shots ring out, a body hits the floor. Not having been privy to any of the earlier incarnations of this story (the first appeared in 1917), I can't account for its longevity. But if its last half lived up to its first, it wouldn't be a bad little movie.