The Panther's Claw

The war years saw a lot of "pretty good" movies, relatively innocuous stories, usually good entertainment, the sort one would rat 4-7, with a few poorly directed slow moving ones a little less.

And it's unfortunate that movie makers post 1965 sought to emulate the slow pace dull ones. It would take 30 years for film makers to learn their mistakes. Such was their incompetence. A man on the street could have done better than 98% of producers, directors, and writers from 1965-1995; it was truly the error of "rich kids and children with the silver spoon" at the reins.

But these war years were full of fairly safe vehicles. Some were smartly done, like this murder mystery.

We have a mystery here that begins with the comedy and affable personalities first, then goes into the plot, and that's what makes the atmosphere style murder mystery work.

This is expertly done, and could be used for a film class to show how to make a film. It is "Entertainment".

A milquetoast of a man is caught climbing out of a cemetery late one night. Its transpires that he had left 1000 dollars on a grave, in response to a letter sent to him warning of death if did not do so. When he and the copes return to the grave the money is gone. The cops haul the man in to the precinct for trespass and other charges. It transpires that the note is one of many that has been sent to a group of people in the hopes of extorting cash. Murder and mayhem follow.

Low budget PRC special is an odd mix of comedy and mystery. Its a mix that doesn't fully work since the comedy tends to over power the mystery at the most in opportune times. Part of the problem is that the very good Byron Foulger, a supporting stalwart has been pushed to the fore as our milquetoast lead. There is nothing wrong with Foulger in the lead, its just that decades of playing similar roles, usually for comic effect undercuts some of the tension.(I'm guessing this may play better on a second viewing when the flaws might be forgiven or at lest accepted). I know the film was also hurt for me by the cheapness of the sets which included numerous rear screen projections which result in a couple of screens where people just seem to be standing in front of a wall instead of being somewhere.

Worth a look in an undemanding mood.

Byron Foulger stars as Everett Digberry, a mild-mannered wigmaker for theatrical folks who, in the film's opening scene, is picked up by the cops climbing out of a cemetery late at night. Taken downtown, he finds a number of acquaintances in the commissioner's office; all of them, like him, have received mysterious letters demanding money and signed only with a panther's paw print.

Sidney Blackmer investigates as police commissioner Thatcher Colt with suavity and humor. He is ably assisted by Ricki Vallin as Anthony Abbot. (Somewhat bizarrely, the original story is also credited to "Anthony Abbot," the pen name of a mystery writer who was not the first to insert "himself" into a story.)

The mystery plot holds interest but doesn't create a huge amount of suspense, although it does take a few interesting turns, including one major shift that arguably renders the film's title misleading (but catchy!).

I would like to know, having watched these characters spend no little time looking over wigs, if Mr. Digberry is correct when he tells the commissioner, "One wigmaker can usually tell another's knot."

Anthony Abbot's fictional detective, Police Commissioner Thatcher Colt, inspired only two little known Columbia features, 1932's "The Night Club Lady" and 1933's "The Circus Queen Murder," so after a decade's passing, Poverty Row's PRC took a crack at the character with "The Panther's Claw," intended to be only the first in a new series that came to naught. Replacing two-time Colt Adolphe Menjou with dependable Sidney Blackmer (an excellent choice), the often comic story is derived from Abbot's 1940 short story, "About the Perfect Crime of Mr. Digberry." In keeping Digberry (Byron Foulger) at the forefront, Blackmer's Colt is reduced in stature, conducting a too leisurely investigation as other annoying suspects get an abundance of screen time until he comes on strong at the end. Sadly missing from this PRC Colt are his faithful assistant Miss Kelly, delightfully portrayed by Ruthelma Stevens, and his unique lip reading abilities, which at least made him stand out from his inspiration, Van Dine's Philo Vance. Speaking of which, this would be the screen finale of Thatcher Colt, just as PRC also brought Philo Vance to his end, in a three picture series from 1947. Both characters suffered the same fate on television, as neither were ever revived for small screen incarnations. In hindsight, I believe that PRC was not only better than Monogram with mysteries (Charlie Chan), but also the horror genre, as their stories usually wasted no time getting underway; feel free to disagree.

No need to recap the well-reviewed plot beyond that grabber opening scene.

Is it possible that the meekest character actor in Hollywood, Byron Foulger, is actually a slick and clever murderer. Anyway, it looks that way in Claw, even as his Digberry (great name) fumbles around with the cops in scene after scene. From the way he looks and acts, could it be that he's guilty of anything more than an overdue parking ticket. But then, it turns out in the first part he really is the Black Panther or should I say the white kitty. It's a clever premise, using addled actor Foulger as chief suspect as events unfold. In fact, he gets more screen time than even top-billed Blackmer. There should be a special place in Hollywood heaven for unheralded talents like his.

Anyway, it's a generally entertaining little flick from budget-minded PRC. Blackmer turns in a faintly bemused turn as the police commissioner and I like the way he's nagged by the lynch-minded DA (Rawlinson) that sets up an unusual and well-handled conflict. On the downside are a number of plot holes (as others point out), along with an embarrassing turn by Edwards as a hammy Italian, and Mitchell as a stereotypically silly Black of that comedic period. Nevertheless, there's enough imagination and upper-billed acting to lift this little flick beyond the strictly ordinary.