A Dama de Jade

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.

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.

A jade statue of a woman is extremely valuable and has been stolen. Now all sorts of crooks are flexing their muscles trying to find the work of art. In the process, some folks are murdered...and Lamont Cranston (the Shadow) is accused of the crime because, as usual, the police are stupid. So Cranston decides to investigate the case himself.

In too many ways this film is like any other private detective B-movie of the era (such as The Saint, The Lone Wolf or The Falcon) but little like the radio and pulp magazine versions of the character. Gone are the cool psychic Eastern skills, such as clouding of men's minds and mind control used by the Shadow. Instead, his skills seem much more mundane and this makes the story far less interesting than it should have been...which, oddly, is the case in many Shadow films. I simply don't understand why they took such a popular and exciting character and made him just like any other schmuck do-gooder B hero.

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!

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.