Shadow of Chinatown

About the movie itself, there's a few things that are cool. Hypnotism, remote hypnotism using machines, gangsters, attempts at fight scenes, high up stuff, and car chases. All of this though seemed to be overshadowed by the manic versus stilted interaction between actors since there's very little to be said about writing or plot.

Clearly a few folks knew what they were doing on the screen. Bela Lugosi and Luana Walters had me rooting for them even though they were "the bad guys" (at least in the beginning). Sharply contrasting were Joan Barclay's "going for the oscar!" antics and Bruce Bennett's mannequin-style method.

Attempts at humour were hackneyed, cliché, stereotypical, and offensive (even in that day I'm sure towards both races and audience intellect). Martin Andrews comes across as a jerk from beginning to end. I don't usually pay much attention to actors in film, but with such a slight offering, it seemed that's all that there was to observe.