Dans la purée de Londres

Robert Armstrong is Richard Bruce, tooting around London on vacation. when he gets lost in the thick fog, he goes into a house for directions, and finds a dead body. or did he? when he gets help and returns, the body is gone, and everyone denies that anything is amiss. some heavyweight co-stars... Roland Young (the thief! and Topper.) and Ralph Bellamy, Henry Stephenson (played everyone's grandfather, uncle, or wise lawyer). The beginning and the end move right along. Bruce is way out of his element, after complaining about how boring London is. Who can he get to help him? story by Ruth Rose, who also worked on the King Kong films. and.. she was married to the director Ernie Schoedsack! pretty good. mostly good sound and picture quality, although its a little rough in some parts. of course, its coming up on 100 years old!

Never quite imagined Robert Armstrong as the romantic male lead -- he's best as Carl Denham in KING KONG. This is from KONG's director, Ernest Schoesdack, but is not nearly as memorable. Some rather talky scenes seem static and dull. Some of the 'cute' bits have dated very badly. But there's one good plot twist in it. And it's always good to see Ralph Bellamy at work. The cast works hard and makes it passable. So I'd say it's a minor work but worth seeing for the cast. Schoesdack has done better. On a smaller palette, he doesn't quite know what to do. The foggy exteriors of "London" (all a backlot) look pretty good. But the villains are overcome rather tamely.

In London, businessman Richard Bruce (Robert Armstrong) is a stranger to the city. He gets lost in the London fog and stumbles into the wrong house where he discovers a dead body. A man runs out and disappears into the fog. Richard gives chase and bumps into a seemingly different person. They go back together to the house but the body is gone and the people there are incensed.

The situation is convoluted but a little fun in the way of a manufactured mystery. I think the fog really helps. It's a big part of the plot and gives a nice spooky tone to the movie. Running around the chimney is just silly. It's a mystery with its tongue fully in cheek. Every once in awhile, there is a silly line that comes out of nowhere. I do wonder if the dead man should stay dead. By being alive, the dead man just adds more to the complications.

Noel Coward may have sung of the self-possession of an Englishman in New York, but Robert Armstrong is an American in London in this movie. Lost in a Pea-Souper, he wanders into a home to ask directions back to his hotel only to discover a corpse resting in an armchair.

This quickie is more interesting for its details than its overall effect. The fun of seeing Roland Young playing a soft-hearted Cockney burglar is offset a bit by Helen Mack's unsteady posh accent; the nice plot conceit of starting the movie out by having the whole thing appear to be a P.G. Wodehouse London populated by idiotic young Drones, only to finally reveal the John-Buchan machinations beneath is lessened by the limited number of jokes (mostly a fascination with English Trifles) and the inexplicable inability of people to overcome a copper armed with a whistle.

Still, what there is, is good, is mostly well performed and moves at a good clip. If the bits don't hang together perfectly, many of the bits are a lot of fun.

People who ran the B picture and poverty row studios long realized that fog could mask a low budget on a film. And when you set a film in London it's a requirement.

Newly arrived American Robert Armstrong is itching for a bit of night life so he goes out on a foggy night in London town and hears some screams coming from a house. Finding the door open he walks in and finds a dead body. But when he summons the police they find no dead body and people thinking Armstrong is a bit balmy.

But he does make a friend in Helen Mack who decides the American stranger is one she can trust. Of course the whole thing is resolved by the end.

The whole thing is shot from Armstrong's point of view as he meets a lot of varying characters and tries to figure out who he can trust. Turns out he can't trust too many.

Although the leads are fine and would work together in Son Of Kong, the film is stolen by Roland Young who with cockney accent plays his own lower class version of the amateur cracksman replete with some really droll dialog.

Fans of Roland Young should not miss this one.