The White Cockatoo

Routine whodunit, more complex than most. Seems Sue (Muir) travels to a French village to meet her long lost brother, so that once their identities are confirmed, they'll share a big inheritance. Trouble is people start turning up dead at their hotel, while Sue seemingly overcomes physics by appearing in more than one place at the same time. So what's going on.

Unlike the Hollywood custom of the day, there's no amateur sleuth operating here. Instead guest Sundean (Cortez) stumbles around along with the French cops. Reviewer GManfred is right: the narrative lacks suspense. I think it's mainly because there are too many angles at play at the same time. In short, too many subplots detract from needed whodunnit focus. Instead, there's dark Gothic atmosphere, along with a single wind recording that blows throughout. Anyway, Muir looks pretty, Donnelly acts ditzy, while the Cockatoo qualifies for SAG membership. But anything memorable, it's not.

American James Sundean (Ricardo Cortez) signs into a wind-swept hotel in France. Sue Talley (Jean Muir) is waiting to prove her identity to receive a significant share of a large inheritance. Soon, shots are fired and somebody gets killed.

The best part of this movie may be the constant wind noise. It gives a very specific moody atmosphere. The shooting starts almost right away. They probably need to introduce the characters more before then although the movie is only seventy minutes or so. It's a whodunnit with a limited number of suspects. I learned that it's called a Cozy Mystery. I like this until the cops leave with only Sundean. Surely, everybody is a suspect and they wouldn't leave so soon with only one man in custody. The sword was always rather silly. Stupid police is often an indication of poor writing and I can't explain these cops away.

There's a comforting familiarity about small mystery thrillers from the 1930s, such as this one. It has a lot of the usual plot elements: mysterious tavern setting in an isolated part of the country (in this case France), a girl (Muir) waiting there to inherit a fortune, shots in the dark, a body found, the usual red herring suspects (almost everyone in the cast) and the police inspecting the case who are every bit as hopeless at solving a crime in France as they are in American set thrillers of the same nature.

This Warner Brothers affair is directed with efficiency by old pro Alan Crosland, the film further benefiting from some wonderful tavern sets (probably left over from some bigger budgeted productions but every bit as effective here), all beautifully photographed.

And the cast is an engaging one. Ricardo Cortez, second billed, is really the lead in this film, as an American tourist who becomes involved in the mysterious tavern happenings, and largely takes over as amateur detective in trying to crack the case (since it's apparent the police here will never be able to do so). And Cortez is solid in his part, as well as showing some smooth charm, which was his trademark.

I happened to find the book of that title by Mignon Eberhart - a great mystery writer of the 30's and 40's - in a used bookstore. The film pretty much adheres to the story.

Jean muir, john eldredge, ricardo cortez. Sue talley is waiting for her brother to arrive at a hotel en france; when a dead body appears, they send for the gendarmes. Lots of talking, and walking around the hotel. Then more bodies! Great, scary atmosphere.... the wind is howling and whistling the whole time. The accusations fly, lots of walking and talking, no-one can leave. But we don't find out what really happened until the very end. It's pretty good. Those hoping for early clues as to the murderer's identity will probably be disappointed. Ruth donnelly, who plays mrs. Byng, was in so many HUGE films from the 1930s and 1940s. Directed by alan crosland. He had directed al jolson in jazz singer. This film based on the book by mignon eberhart. One of the "clue club" mysteries from warner brothers in the 1930s.

Wind whistles throughout this picture from start to finish, presumably to bring some much-needed atmosphere and an aura of mystery to a pedestrian WB second feature set in an empty seaside hotel on the French coast; see other reviewers for a plot summary. It gets off to a good start but falters halfway through and becomes a potboiler-style drama, relying shamelessly on contrivance before stumbling to a questionable conclusion.

"The White Cockatoo" features an attractive cast, though, and stars genial, good-natured Ricardo Cortez (he of the sunny disposition), and lovely Jean Muir. On hand also are Ruth Donnelly as a ditzy schoolteacher, as well as Addison Richards, Minna Gombell and Walter Kingsford. The cockatoo in question is hardly noticeable, which makes you wonder why it's used in the picture's title. The main takeaway is the lack of suspense and tension, which detracts greatly from the overall enjoyment of a picture designed to mystify and frighten.