The Mystery of the 13th Guest

A young woman's grandfather hosts a dinner party for thirteen guests, and he mysteriously dies. Thirteen years later, the woman believes that someone connected to the fatal party is trying to kill her.

I had never heard of this film before, and I doubt very many people have. Which is a shame. It has a good pace, a good story, and wraps up in around an hour. This is the kind of film anyone could enjoy.

In some ways, it has the feel of Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were None", but it is its own story and should not be written off as a derivative narrative. Well, unless you consider it derivative of the previous incarnation, "The Thirteenth Guest" (1932). As I have not seen that version, I cannot comment.

Mystery of the 13th Guest (1943)

I have to admit, I started this with too high expectations--it had great mood, great B-movie sets, and a plot that sounded great in an Agatha Christie way. But then the corny style of acting kicked in--it's a kind of pre-TV flippant entertainment, purposely aiming for a slight, silly humor at the expense of real drama. Too bad.

So I watched the rest with half an eye, which was enough. The plot is highly contrived and highly important--it's a whodunnit, for sure, with a series of growing clues and new characters. The detective is just too absurd to work--he doesn't even serve as a parody of the newly crystallizing Bogart kind of hardboiled detective. And there a too many scenes with a lot of people standing around a room (a living room or a detective's office), with not a lot of clear tension of development, just exaggerated chitchat.

So, why watch it at all? I'm not sure! But I did, from the side, and there are some great stereotypes (call them clichés) at work--dark shadows of men in fedoras, a haunted old house, a murder and the threat of more murder, even a terrific (haha) trap door. It verges on Three Stooges kind of humor now and then but lacks the true slapstick genius (at times) of those guys (who began in the 1930s and were really big by the 1943), but you can sense an echo of them (one of the detectives even makes little Curly and Moe noises). This version of the movies is actually a remake of a better if not brilliant 1932 film, starring a young Ginger Rogers (and available to see free and legal at this site: www.archive.org/details/The_Thirteenth_Guest).

If you are really feeling frivolous, this might be fun. But your are forewarned.

I want to inject some personal information that I learned after my original 2002 review of same. I made contact with Johnny Duncan who starred as Harold Morgan in the movie. We connected thru his fan club and I conversed with him about the film and Helen Parrish, the star. We exchanged emails initially and then he gave me his phone number so we could talk in person. He was at that time the only living actor of the film. We reminisced about the actual making of the film and his interactions with William Beaudine and Helen Parrish. He confirmed Helen was as beautiful in person as she appeared on screen. The had lunch every day at the Monogram lunch room and he said they even ate with Bela Lugosi! He had on his makeup described as a greenish grease paint as he was also in a horror film at that time. He described Beaudine as man in motion, constantly making last minute changes to the scrip and never call "cut" unless the camera film broke! He remembered the movie took about 6 days to complete and then they had a party with all the actors and stage hands. I also told Duncan I had 16mm prints of 13th Guest, Batman and Robin serial and Delinquent Daughters, three of his best films in my opinion. He also invited me to come and see him in the Ozark's in Mo. He sent me an autographed picture of himself in costume as Robin in color. At that time he was still active and even as he said, mowing his lawn in his 80's. I never made it down there and found out he passed last year at 89. In my original review of 2002, I mentioned Dick Purcell, playing Johnny Smith was a reporter, He was actually a PI (private investigator). He died in 1944 (39 yrs old) after playing 18 holes on a Beverly Hills Golf Course. In closing for anyone interested in conversing further about The Mystery of the 13th Guest film or the actors especially Helen Parish or Johnny Duncan, feel free to contact me thru Facebook or the review.

The Morgan house at has been locked up for thirteen years, ever since the death of the family patriarch (played in flashback by Lloyd Ingraham). There was, of course, the usual rigmarole of mutually antagonistic heirs, a shady lawyer, and a will calculated to make things as difficult as possible for everybody. The dying Morgan had summoned Barksdale the lawyer and all ten of the heirs out to the house to discuss his impending death and its aftermath. Morgan's will was sealed, its contents secret even from Barksdale, and it was to remain so until the youngest of his grandchildren- eight-year-old Marie (played as an adult by Helen Parrish)- turned 21. When Marie turns 21 yesterday, she lets herself into her grandfather's house, she finds it exactly as it was thirteen years ago, except with a telephone installed, which doesn't make a lot of sense in a house where nobody lives. A shot rings out, and Marie rushes to the mysterious telephone to call the police. No sooner has she lifted the handset to her ear, though, than she goes into convulsions and sinks slowly to the floor, apparently dead. Soon more dead bodies follow...

Decent enough mystery with a idea typical of the era, some fine creepy house atmosphere and shadows and a creepy looking killer donned with mask a la michael Myers, however it doesn't really lifts itself above ordinary. Still it's watchable and there's some good humorous dialogue.

I had high hopes for this one after reading only the little blurb that comes up with the olde timey movies on Tubi but ... whoa .. is it ever a stinker.

II's like an expanded three stooges short directed by Ed Wood but without the charm of his ineptitude. The characters are not introduced or developed ... any of them. The running jokes are not even vaguely amusing.

It's a mess. Give it a miss !