A shot rings out in a darkened apartment; a woman screams and flees, tricking architect Jimmy McMillan into giving her a ride. McMillan returns and finds a body; but the police find a ...
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A shot rings out in a darkened apartment; a woman screams and flees, tricking architect Jimmy McMillan into giving her a ride. McMillan returns and finds a body; but the police find a different body! He and the woman in question (Mary Rawlins, niece of the late owner), both suspects, become allies; among light romantic banter they hunt the real killer behind the seven doors of a blind alley, housing eccentric suspects and a dark, intricate, spooky cellar...Written by
Rod Crawford <firstname.lastname@example.org>
The seven deadly doors open off a very pretty open courtyard. Right away I was scared— probably because I could have actually paid money to see this mess. If you can figure out the plot, the physics department may have a place for you. Poverty row PRC really cut more than corners with this one. The sets are few, and dark for more reason than atmosphere. For a supposed mystery, there's about as much suspense as watching a clock tick. But then it is 1944, and wartime audiences need any kind of escape. That's probably why usual sidekick Chick Chandler gets a shot at the lead and shows why he was better as a sidekick. He seems not to be taking anything too seriously. The highpoint may well be half-dressed Rebel Randall's shimmy and shake that unfortunately doesn't come til near the end. Otherwise, there's nothing to recommend in this woeful programmer.
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