And, sirrah, which metric do you wish to lose by?
Oh, I think the purity of the silver will do.
Oh, rubbish, sir, rubbish!
Yes, that would be your’s.
Mocking the archetypal British adjective is hardly darts, sir!
Works for me, you impostor.
The Emperor’s Candlesticks (1937) is a somewhat complex tale from the late 1800s, as a message must get to the Czar of Russia, passing through screen of the aristocrats and guards who do not wish the Czar to receive said message. Both a messenger from those who’ve kidnapped the Czar’s son, a certain Russian Baron Wolensky, and a messenger from the Russian secret police chief giving evidence that Wolensky is a traitor to the Czar, are making the trip, and in the same train, too.
They happen to use the same candelabra to conceal their messages.
And said candelabra – quite a nice piece, according to my Arts Editor – forthwith disappears, taking its messages with it.
Perhaps a bit light and fluffy, it’s still an interesting glimpse into the history of cinema, and how cinema treated then-recent history, and for those who are completists concerning William Powell or Robert Young, this will be a must-view. Fortunately, this won’t hurt even a little bit, as it’s a nicely made bit of fluff.
