The headcold movie of the evening was Sherlock Holmes Faces Death (1943), starring the iconic Rathbone and Bruce in the lead characters. Set in WW II at an estate housing emotionally damaged British officers, a junior doctor is attacked – and then the owner of the estate is killed, swiftly followed by his heir. The next heir is a lovely lass, so now the tension is set, as aristocratic young men who are not serving are not to be truly respected, yes?
Lovely cinematography, fair script, but the pacing was a little out of whack as the ending became rather too long. And they never did explain why the clock struck 13 times. And the owner, the first to die, was actually a rather interesting character. Couldn’t they have killed Lestrade, instead?
