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The Canary Murder Case
USA 1929
produced by Paramount
directed by Malcolm St. Clair, Frank Tuttle (reshoot)
starring William Powell, Jean Arthur, James Hall, Louise Brooks, Margaret Livingston (voice), Charles Lane, Lawrence Grant, Gustav von Seyffertitz, E.H. Calvert, Eugene Pallette, Ned Sparks, Louis John Bartels, Tim Adair, Oscar Smith
screenplay by Florence Ryerson, based on the novel by S.S. Van Dine, adaptation and dialogue by Albert S. Le Vino
Philo Vance, Philo Vance (William Powell)
review by Mike Haberfelner
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Rich banker Charles Spottswoode (Charles Lane) is worried that his son
Jimmy (James Hall) will marry the popular daner and maneater commonly
known as the Canary (Louise Brooks, voiced by Margaret Livingston) instead
of his longtime girlfriend Alice (Jean Arthur), and he tries to talk the
Canary out of her notion to do just that - but to no avail. Of course,
Jimmy has had an affair with her but is no longer interested in the
Canary, but she blackmails him into obedience as he has embezzled quite
some money from his father's bank. After making one last appeal to her,
Spottswoode leaves her hotel room shortly before midnight, she's heard
screaming in her room, but then upon Spottswoode and the bellboy (Oscar
Smith) knocking on the door, sends them away telling them everything's
alright - and the next morning she's found dead, apparently strangled. Her
room looks ransacked, her jewelry's gone, so a simple robbery is suspected
by district attorney Markham (E.H. Calvert) and police Sgt. Heath (Eugene
Pallette) - only amateur sleuth Philo Vance (William Powell), who's
friends with both Markham and Spottswoode believes in something more
sinister, and soon proves the robbery theory's wrong. Instead a few men
are rounded up who have been seen about the scene of the crime around the
time of the murder, Jimmy of course as his sweetheart Alice stays in the
hotelroom right next door, Cleaver (Lawrence Grant) and Mannix (Louis John
Bartels), who have both been blackmailed by the Canary, and the Canary's
ex Dr. Lindquist (Gustav von Seyffertitz), who just refuses to let her go.
They're all questioned, and all confess they have been near the scene of
the crime and indeed had a motive, but none of them confesses to the crime
itself. Vance then decides to engage all men, plus Spottswoode, in a game
of poker, to study their psyches. Then all men are free to go. In the
meantime though, a call has gone into the police station by the Canary's
ex Skeel, who claims to have witnessed the murder and promises to show up
at the station the next morning. But very much like the Canary, he has
taken to blackmailing, and so before he can finger the murder, he's killed
himself. A fountain pen is found at the scene of the crime that points to
Jimmy, and eventually Jimmy confesses to both murders ... and everybody's
happy but Vance, who had figured another culprit. He phones Spottswoode,
and upon hearing his son arrested Spottswoode confesses to the murders and
agrees to give himself up - but on his way to the police he's killed in a
car accident. And now it's up to Vance to prove Spottswoode guilty - and
he does so when he finds a pre-recorded record with the Canary's scream
and her sending her "saviours" away that pretty much gave
Spottswoode his alibi in the first place ... Originally filmed
as a silent, but later over-dubbed (with some additional scenes shot by
Frank Tuttle, and Louise Books being dubbed by Margaret Livingston due to
being out of the country), The Canary Murder Case is by no means a
perfect film, as it's a rather stagey and overly-constructed murder
mystery that at times can't totally deny its silent origins. At least some
of the performances are pretty good, first and foremost Louise Brooks, who
domineers the few scenes she's in even if she's not talking with her own
voice. The film was a great success in its time, but to be utterly honest
is nothing to write home about, as its story is as far-fetched as it's
routine, and the thing lacks a certain light-footedness many murder
mysteries of the time possess in spades.
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