Midnight Limited

By the humble standards of Poverty Row, this is a fairly intriguing mystery offering, despite a script that often seems to be marking time rather than getting on with the plot. A major fault here is that none of the leading characters are so much as "filled in", let alone developed. At movie's end, we know as much about the leading man as we did at the beginning—namely zilch. True, a more appealing hero than John "Dusty" King would have certainly have helped. Edward Keane—in a rare, major role—proves no great shakes either.

The heroine is also little more than a cypher, but fortunately she is so charismatically played by charmingly vivacious Marjorie Reynolds that our almost total lack of any knowledge at all as to her likes and dislikes, her background and personality, seems not to matter. True, the script stratagem that cements her into the plot is most obtrusively unconvincing, but nonetheless I'm not complaining on this score. What does upset me is that an opportunity for a first-class little "B" has been thrown away by inadequate scripting.

Another minus is that all the exterior train footage is so obviously stock material—and rather ancient stock material at that! This lessens the movie's appeal for train buffs. And the usual racist "humor" with the eye-rolling porters doesn't help matters either. Tighter film editing was certainly called for. Any volunteers?

Midnight Limited is a compact and atmospheric thriller that makes the most of its brief runtime. Set almost entirely aboard a train, the film captures the claustrophobic tension and suspense that classic whodunits thrive on.

The story wastes no time plunging the audience into mystery. With a string of unexplained robberies haunting a night train, suspicion spreads among the passengers - each with just enough character to feel suspicious without tipping the plot too early. The lead detective is cool and composed, but it's the sharp pacing and tight dialogue that really keep things moving.

This isn't a grand production, but that's part of its charm. The train setting is used cleverly, creating a sense of urgency and movement that mirrors the unraveling mystery. While it might not have the visual flourishes of later noirs, it delivers a solid, engaging ride for fans of classic crime cinema.

If you're looking for a forgotten gem from the 1940s that knows exactly what it is, Midnight Limited is worth hopping aboard.

John King one of Monogram's cowboy heroes got into modern dress as a railroad detective on the hunt for some robbers working the Midnight Limited from New York to Montreal.

It turns into a murder case when one King's men is killed. Marjorie Reynolds gets robbed as an afterthought. After that she joins forces with King.

Seems like this was a good plan that was only good for one or two scores. The crooks should have quit while they were ahead. Obviously there was an inside man.

John King even got to sing a song that wasn't a cowboy ballad.

Sets were cheap and shabby, some bad editing as well. Not the best mystery going.

This is a far cry from "The 39 Steps," which preceded it, or "Twentieth Century." That one also came first but of course is a hilarious comedy with a great, brilliant performance by John Barrymore; it's not a mystery.

Marjorie Reynolds is appealing as the heroine. John King makes a good investigator. Then he opens his mouth and sings. "The Singing Detective" this also is not.

The dialog is strangely wordy and improbable in many cases. People have been given real mouthfuls to speak. But the plot is a decent one. It moves along nicely. And I had no idea who the villains were going to turn out to be. Usually I can either tell or I've got lost in too many characters.

Here, though, the characters are nicely delineated. And the ending comes as a surprise. At least it did for me.

While on a train trip to Montreal a woman is robbed of some valuable papers and man is robbed of some jewels by a man who comes in the night and shines a light in their faces. The robber then disappears off the train and into the night. The woman, needing the papers to collect an inheritance goes to the police. who then direct him to Val Lennon, who is investigating a rash of robberies on the train. The woman hooks up with Lennon and they begin to look into the robberies, which soon turn deadly.

Almost coldly clinical, even if the film has some romance and a musical number, this film didn't really work for me. The film is much too talky for an hour long mystery (The interrogation scene early on seems to go one for an hour instead of 5 or 6 minutes) and there are times when very little actually happens despite "movement" (how many trips are actually made?). It also doesn't help that the script seems to clue us in as to whats going on much too early simply as a means of keeping us interested. The cast, of B movie and supporting stalwarts is quite good, though they seem to be simply running back and forth needlessly instead of actually solving a mystery.

You can try it if you catch it on TV but otherwise I'd skip it.