La maison de la peur

Above average Holmes. The real stars, however, are the evocative Gothic interiors of the seaside cliff house. The dimly-lit great halls and chambers provide genuine atmosphere, and are a tribute to Universal's art and set directors, respectively. The plot itself is reasonably compelling as we try to guess who's killing off members of a gentleman's club one-by-one. Still and all, the brief running time, 69 minutes, doesn't allow much character development, so the whodunit angle remains underdeveloped. Couple that with the pointless presence of an unfunny Inspector LaStrade (isn't Watson supposed to supply the comic relief?) and much valuable screen time is wasted. I wish the screenplay had taken better advantage of the spooky sets by playing up the menace, as for example, the shadowy appearance of the mystery man's shoes. Or Sally Shepherd as the zombie-like housekeeper, Mrs. Monteith, who's enough to make you want to clean your own castle. Nonetheless, there's enough mystery, atmosphere, and Basil Rathbone to make this a solid Holmes entry.