The Missing Lady

The Shadow/Lamont Cranston, also known as Kane Richmond is in search of a missing lady. After doing one bit of investigation as the Shadow --a voice and a silhouette on the wall -- it turns into a noir pitched midway between MURDER MY SWEET and THE GANGSTER -- it looks like the same backlot Gordon Wiles shot that cheap classic on.

The problems with this movie are numerous, and they include a script that has been cut so severely that little makes sense, characters who are present simply because they're also in the radio show so they have to show up, and one of those endings where you gather the suspects in a room and lo and behold! There's your man! It's awful.

On the other hand, there's some nice camerawork, particularly in the sequence set on the Bowery, with the El going by. But it isn't worth it.

When art collector James Douglas is found dead, the police notice his statue "The Jade Lady" has disappeared. It appears the missing piece of art is coveted by a lot of people that, at first, seem to interest a lot of people. After all, this statue is worth a quarter million, and it's easy to see the interest everyone shows. Lamont Cranston, better known as The Shadow, is investigating Douglas' murder and he becomes involved in trying to solve the mystery.

The last sequence of the film gathers all the people that want to have "the lady", as it is known. They are a motley crew, indeed. But never fear, The Shadow knows who the culprit is and almost has to pay with his own life, except that he is faster than the would be assassin.

"The Missing Lady" was one of those B pictures that are a lot of fun to watch. It doesn't pretend to be anything else than entertainment. Directed by Phil Carlson, the film is dominated by Kane Richmond who was the hero in the series. Fans of this genre will have a good time with this movie. Almira Sessions and Nora Cecil play a pair of spinsters that are a hoot to watch.

From the scant few films made about this fantastic character, this is probably the best one. Dealing with a 'Missing Lady' it starts out with The Shadow already involved in the case and goes from there. Although making little use of The Shadow's history from either radio or the pulps this film is a nice little mystery that has a definite dark edge to it. Compare the two scenes where Lamont Cranston gets interrogated, first by the police and then by the crooks. The first is set in a pitch black room with a single overhead light above Cranston, and the police are only seen when they lunge into the light to bark a question, then as quickly fade into the darkness. When the crooks kidnap and question Cranston, the room is well lit and the crooks speak in low tones, but the ominous threat of doom permeates the scene, one which Cranston barely survives. It's a shame there isn't a boxed set of the three Kane Richmond Shadow films released. I found the first film ver entertaining, the second second film disappointing, but "The Missing Lady" is a fine way to end an all-too brief series.

Starring - for the last time - Kane Richmond as Lamont Cranston/The Shadow, and Barbara Read as his girlfriend Margo Lane, this plays like a cheap version of The Maltese Falcon. The 'Missing Lady' of the title is a jade statue, stolen during a robbery in which an art dealer is killed. Cranston sets out to find the murderer and recover the statue, but whenever he thinks he's identified the culprit that person winds up dead as well, leading the police to suspect that he is behind the murders and the theft.

This final Monogram Shadow movie is the best of the three. The God-awful 'comedy' that plagued the second one is dialled right back, and whilst there's still light relief, it's nowhere near as insufferable as before. In fact the picture has a 'heavier' atmosphere throughout, and feels far closer to a straight noir mystery - Bogart and Cagney wouldn't look out of place! Like the last film the Shadow doesn't appear much, leaving Cranston to do the donkey work. But the solution is a satisfying one that makes perfect sense. 6/10.

A jade statue of a woman is extremely valuable and has been stolen. Now all sorts of crooks are flexing their muscles trying to find the work of art. In the process, some folks are murdered...and Lamont Cranston (the Shadow) is accused of the crime because, as usual, the police are stupid. So Cranston decides to investigate the case himself.

In too many ways this film is like any other private detective B-movie of the era (such as The Saint, The Lone Wolf or The Falcon) but little like the radio and pulp magazine versions of the character. Gone are the cool psychic Eastern skills, such as clouding of men's minds and mind control used by the Shadow. Instead, his skills seem much more mundane and this makes the story far less interesting than it should have been...which, oddly, is the case in many Shadow films. I simply don't understand why they took such a popular and exciting character and made him just like any other schmuck do-gooder B hero.