What say you and I dump this case and go get married, instead?
The Kennel Murder Case (1933) is a formulaic whodunit in which the dogs play only a nominal part, apportioned between the categories of romance, a quick-witted free-lance detective, slow-witted cops, and humor. Unfortunately, little time is given to actually get to know the characters, with the exception of the victim, who, it turns out, is thoroughly unlikable, leading to a veritable cavalcade of suspects parading throughout his residence. This made it hard to keep track of all the suspects, even though they had nicely thought out motives. We really didn’t care that much about them, I fear.
The print itself, viewed through Amazon Prime, was damaged and/or the film was overexposed from the get-go, and the audio was a trifle messed up as well. The romance was more or less a zero (“Really? Him??”), but the comedy left me with some gentle laughs.
But, in the end, this was something of a disappointment, just suitable for viewing while keeping my sickly Arts Editor company.
