A gloomy old mansion on a stormy night, the murders of the patriarch and matriarch of an old Atlanta money family, a dumb detective, strangers peaking inside windows, fights on darkened stairs and scaredy cat black servants. About as believable as an episode of "Scooby Doo", yet well cast with dependable character players. It also laughs at the often repeated plot by having radio show writer Wendy Barrie criticized by the wisecracking John Hubbard for writing such dribble. Edgar Kennedy as the slow burning idiot investigator, Elizabeth Patterson as the matriarch who gathers the clan together, Mona Barrie as a bitchy member of the family and Willie Best as the nervous valet are among the clichéd characters who pop in and out of the messy screenplay. Scattered laughs here and there, but not much else.
Review of Who Killed Aunt Maggie?
Who Killed Aunt Maggie?
(1940)
More of the same malarkey...for the zillionth time.
16 April 2017
Warning: Spoilers