Someone decided that the radio series, Mr. District Attorney, was too serious and the film version should be crammed with comic relief. Thus you have Dennis O'Keefe as a Harvard law school graduate (summa cum laude no less) who's a nutcase in the courtroom and equally muddle-headed when he's assigned to find a master criminal named Hyde. From time to time, he literally bumps into Florence Rice as a newspaperwoman who's out to outwit the competition by solving the Hyde mystery. When O'Keefe isn't accidentally plunking her on her prat, she goes all out to get a scoop, hiding in the trunk of a car she suspects is en route to pick up Hyde. Fortunately, no key is required to open the trunk from the outside or the inside. Meanwhile, Peter Lorre -- as Hyde -- obviously thinks he's in a totally different movie, playing it psychotically straight, projecting the kind of sibilant menace of which he's the acknowledged master. As usual, he's terrific. Too bad the movie isn't, as well.
Review of Mr. District Attorney
