In between fits of over-acting, Peter Lorre creepily sweats all over the place. Surprisingly, he is the best thing in this low-budget 1936 production which has inexplicably become somewhat of a classic. All the other actors seem to be straight out of either vaudeville, silent movies or the theater and make Lorre look like Sir Lawrence Olivier in comparison. I've not read the novel but notes from IMDB say that the director hated the finished product and that it was nothing like the original screenplay or the book. I can only surmise that people giving this a high rating have a soft spot for the era when film was in its infancy.
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