Perpetually battered by violent storms, the impossibly creepy Musgrave Manor is an unlikely place to find a convalescent home for WWII soldiers suffering from post-traumatic stress, but it's where we find Dr. Watson (Nigel Bruce) doing his bit for the war effort by helping the psychologically scarred recover from their battle fatigue. With the answer to a centuries-old family secret laying hidden in its dusty cellar, a prize worth millions in the wrong hands, the manor is also a prime location for murder, meaning that it isn't long before Watson is joined by his old pal Holmes (Basil Rathbone).
Faces Death isn't one of the strongest of the Rathbone/Bruce Holmes series, lacking a truly challenging mystery for the great detective (the chess-based clues hidden in an ancient family rhyme being far too easy to solve for a brainiac like Holmes). The film also suffers from some irritatingly farcical antics from Scotland Yard's inept Inspector Lestrade and a somewhat out-of-place optimistic rant from Holmes designed to stir patriotism and raise wartime morale, but which these days seems depressingly poignant considering the current sad state of the country (as I type, England is licking its wounds after four days of mindless rioting in its major cities).
Thankfully the film compensates for its sillier moments, less than ingenious plot, and Holmes' misguided positivity about England's future with plenty of atmosphere and lots of overtly Gothic trappings—who doesn't love tried and trusted murder/mystery elements such as a creepy manor replete with secret passageways, a pair of sinister housekeepers, a clock that strikes thirteen, and an assortment of dead bodies popping up all over?
Faces Death isn't one of the strongest of the Rathbone/Bruce Holmes series, lacking a truly challenging mystery for the great detective (the chess-based clues hidden in an ancient family rhyme being far too easy to solve for a brainiac like Holmes). The film also suffers from some irritatingly farcical antics from Scotland Yard's inept Inspector Lestrade and a somewhat out-of-place optimistic rant from Holmes designed to stir patriotism and raise wartime morale, but which these days seems depressingly poignant considering the current sad state of the country (as I type, England is licking its wounds after four days of mindless rioting in its major cities).
Thankfully the film compensates for its sillier moments, less than ingenious plot, and Holmes' misguided positivity about England's future with plenty of atmosphere and lots of overtly Gothic trappings—who doesn't love tried and trusted murder/mystery elements such as a creepy manor replete with secret passageways, a pair of sinister housekeepers, a clock that strikes thirteen, and an assortment of dead bodies popping up all over?