Tomorrow at Seven

1933
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1 Std. 2 Min.

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Chester Morris and Vivienne Osborne in Tomorrow at Seven (1933)

Buddy Comedy Bumbling Detective Psychological Thriller Suspense Mystery Whodunnit Comedy Crime Drama Horror Mystery

Füge eine Handlung in deiner Sprache hinzuPeople in an old, dark mansion are menaced by a maniac called "The Black Ace."People in an old, dark mansion are menaced by a maniac called "The Black Ace."People in an old, dark mansion are menaced by a maniac called "The Black Ace."

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"Crime doesn't pay" says Neil Broderick. This maxim, originating as a slogan of the FBI and given wide currency by the cartoon character Dick Tracy, was first recorded in 1927.

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Clancy: What's up, Mr. Drake?
Thornton Drake: You of course know this 'Black Ace.'
Clancy: Oh, sure. We *just* missed catching him about 6 months ago.
Dugan: Sure, we trapped one of his earwiggers. It was like this: I'm wise this guy blatts out for stoolin'. So I'm crowdin' him wit' the heater but he don't belch. I know he's an alky stiff so I start feedin' him the dynamite when Clancy walks in wit' this guy's twist. She's all full o' happy dust and leapin'. He calls for a blizzard so we let 'er have it, figgerin' on the beef, see? She don't open up on the Black Ace, but she spills enough on this earwigger to get him fried in New York last September.
Thornton Drake: What's he talking about?
Clancy: [to Dugan] How many times have I gotta tell ya? These guys don't understand them technical terms!
[to Drake]
Clancy: What he's tryin' to say is this: We buttoned one o' the Black Ace's spies who dropped a dim. He's sweatin' the guy with a rod, but it's no dice. But he remembers that the guy's a stew! So he starts givin' him a jolt now and then. Just then I breezes in with the guy's moll. She's a snowbird. So I gives her a sniff of the gold dust and she opens up on the guy. Last September they gave him the hot squat. That's what he's tryin' to tell ya.
Neil Broderick: [to Dugan] You were a little vague.
Dugan: [offended] Who's a vag?

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Nice Cast, Disappointing Results

Tomorrow at Seven (1933)

** (out of 4)

Forgotten mystery/horror film has a town being stalked by a mysterious killer known as the "Black Ace". The Black Ace lets his victims know that he's going to kill them so a novel writer (Chester Morris) and a couple detectives (Frank McHugh, Allen Jenkins) try and catch him before the next victim, which is set to die at seven. This is yet another in the never-ending run of "old dark house" films that were incredibly popular during this period of time. There's no question that every studio out there could turn out one because all you needed were some actors and a house. The biggest problem with this one is that the screenplay is so bad that it will really let you down because it wastes a pretty good cast. The opening murder sequence is pretty effective as director Enright does a good job with the murder. The scene is shot extremely well and is pretty creative in its own right. There are a couple murders that happen in the film and if you put any thought to them you'll see that they really don't make any sense nor does a couple other events that happen. The screenplay writes the two detective characters are idiots, which is okay in my book as this genre always had comedy running throughout it but the writing isn't strong enough to get any real laughs. McHugh and Jenkins were terrific character actors at Warner so they certainly can hold their own against anyone but they get very few shots at delivering any laughs. Morris is pretty much wasted as well as he stands around either thinking, acting tough or trying to be charming. His performance is good but it gets buried behind the bland character. He does have a few good moments early on with Vivienne Osborne. Henry Stephenson, Grant Mitchell and Gun Robinson round out the cast. The film has that good opening sequence and the final few minutes are quite good as well as we learn who the killer is. I must admit that I enjoyed how everything played out in the end but you can't help but wish more thought went into the middle segment of the film. At only 62-minutes the film flies by but in the end we're left with yet another disappointment in the genre.