The King Murder

I once was amused by a lousy Bela Lugosi thriller called "Murder by Television", from the '30s before television had actually gone public, but this earlier mystery/police procedural was even clunkier in its plot gimmick. It does have a certain camp fascination now, before reaching its centenary, on the level say of a "Creation of the Humanoids", a minimalist sci-fier I used to see in crummy syndication packages that not surprisingly was a favorite of Andy Warhol's.

The defects here are quite obvious, most significantly being the absence of real characters, as the writing is all geared toward function: situation drama rather than situation comedy. The actors are not attractive or interesting at all and emerge as mere stick-figures. I suspect that a 1932 audience would have to be addicted to B movies to get into it -no "Grand Hotel" superstar glamor or allure or even stars on the rise like a Bogart or Lombard. The cop is smug and dull, and only moves forward in his investigation by luck. The suspects are numerous and all equally boring. Worse yet, its talky emphasis unfolds like a radio play -one can close one's eyes and not miss anything, especially with the various opportunities for a fight, a chase or even real violence carefully avoided to minimize the budget.