Forty Naughty Girls

... whoever is responsible for this travesty was very naughty and deserves to be grounded. It takes a great deal of effort to make either James Gleason or Zasu Pitts boring - in fact I'd never seen it happen before - but this film did it.

This film was supposed to be a continuation of the James Gleason/Edna Mae Oliver crime mysteries starting with Penguin Pool murder in 1932. Those two had great chemistry and were a believable pair both in the sleuthing and possibly even romantic categories. The zingers and one liners flew in their films, even after the production code came in. Here Zasu Pitts is replacing Ms. Oliver as schoolteacher Hildegarde Withers as she and detective Oscar Piper (James Gleason) step out together to watch the show "Forty Naughty Girls". Beforehand there is a set-up of situations that show the eventual murder victim causing trouble for various people associated with the show. When he predictably turns up dead, Piper and Withers are on the scene to solve the mystery. The problem is, from that point forward they are not really acting as a team as they were before. They seem to be operating independently and just bump into each other as a matter of circumstance or slapstick.

The show that acts as a backdrop for the mystery just doesn't seem very naughty or even funny for that matter, the suspects are not very interesting or memorable, and our two leads are poorly served by the entire mess. If you want to see what this crime series was at its peak watch "Penguin Pool Murder", "Murder on the Blackboard", or "Murder on a Honeymoon". If you want to see James Gleason and Zasu Pitts be entertaining, watch just about anything they ever did but this.

Inspector Oscar Piper (James Gleason) and Hildegarde Withers (Zasu Pitts) attend a Broadway show. First, there is a murder backstage. Then, a fake murder on stage turns into a real one with a real bullet.

This is the sixth and the last of the original Hildegarde series. It's the second Zasu Pitts - Hildegarde movie. They are making Oscar and Hildegarde into a broad comedic duo. The earlier movies let the humor develop more naturally. They didn't have to force it and Hildegarde was just different. Despite the questionable characterization, I still want more of Oscar and Hildegarde on screen. They don't come on at the start and they aren't always center stage. The duo needs to stay together and they need to be the focus of the movie. This has some fun moment but the fun always comes with awkwardness. The franchise probably ran of steam and this movie didn't help either.

Warner Brothers made some amazing Hildegarde Withers mysteries starring Edna May Oliver. Unfortatunely, Oliver left the studio after making a few of them and the studio tries making a few more of these films with a different woman in the lead. While the substitutes weren't bad, they lacked the wonderful qualities that made the Oliver films fantastic. "Forty Naughty Girls" is one of these Oliver-less films the studio made to try to recapture the magic...and it's the last of second films with Zasu Pitts in the lead.

The story begins with Oscar (James Gleason) and Hildegarde (Pitts) going to see the Broadway show "Forty Naughty Girls". Not surprisingly, during the show there is a murder...and since it happens behind the scenes, the pair investigates while the play continues. Oscar thinks he's figured it all out...the playwright stole the play from a dead author. While this is true, it seems too easy...and it's only about 15 minutes into the movie. Surely there's more to it than this. And, when a second body is discovered, it's obvious that there's more. Can Hildegarde unravel this mess?

This film is a bit unusual because Hildegarde is not that prominent in the story. Much of if shows Inspector Oscar Piper going through his investigation...with Hildegarde showing up here and there to help. Overall, however, it's quite enjoyable even if it was relatively Hildegarde free! An interesting case and well written...but also not quite up to the quality of the older Oliver ones.

EDNA MAY OLIVER is the missing ingredient in this feeble murder mystery with JAMES GLEASON as Inspector Piper attending a theater with his friend ZASU PITTS (as Hildegarde Withers), but soon in charge of investigating a double murder.

This backstage comedy/mystery tries to follow the pattern of other such mysteries featuring Gleason and Edna May Oliver, but fails to register strongly enough in either the laugh department or the serious stuff.

It has the feel of a low-budget programmer shot in ten days with no chance for character development or original plotting. Even revelation of the murderer is handled in such a low-key way that any viewer will be half asleep before the solution even occurs.

Not recommended for fans of this series.

I watch these because the 30's was a period of experimentation with narrative form, from which we invented a few new things. What remains is a Burgess Shale deposit of narrative models that for some reason were left behind. One of the more interesting of these is this model. You've likely seen it a dozen times in detective stories from this era.

A homicide detective just happens to be at a play. A murder occurs, then another as the investigation is underway but the play goes on. Required elements include: a doofus; a prop gun apparently used in a real murder during the play; a space under the stage; love affairs, betrayal and blackmail.

Optional but highly desirable is some reference to authorship; here it is the disclosure that the play we see is purloined, as of course it is. At one point our woman detective looks at the audience and remarks on the play within the play, and the joke is that she does it in the play within the play within the play.

By this time the Hildegard Withers franchise was completely worn out. There's scant humor and what we have are recycled jokes. One example: while investigating in the space under the stage, Zasu hooks her dress on a coat of armor. These always must have been carefully placed on a wheeled platform because they always follow their hapless target around comically.

This would be the last of the Hildegard films. And viewers would soon say goodbye to the play-murder form, designed in part to give us a few songs to fill in for the usually thin plot. But this play, stage, murder business would stick as something to reference instead of use directly. "The Illusionist" used it in the story within the story within the story, (complete with stage basement) in order to fool the respective audiences about a murder.

Ted's Evaluation -- 1 of 3: You can find something better to do with this part of your life.