I had settled for staring at TCM, which was showing The Gay Falcon (1941) with George Sanders as Gay Lawrence, a debonair private eye trying (and failing, of course) to give up the game for his long-suffering fiancée. I docked it points from the start for the Chinese houseboy, but within half an hour it gave me Arthur Shields as a blustery thumbs-in-his-braces detective inspector and an unbelievably young Hans Conried as a short-tempered sketch artist in a suit so loud, it was giving the screen rainbows, and I did actually feel better. The dialogue has lines like "Look, sister, he's took the pledge—no more crimes, no more dames!" and "As if you didn't know, you top-hatted termite! If this is your idea of comedy, I'm not laughing!" It's been kind of screamingly obvious who was behind the jewel heists from the beginning and that's not what anyone watches these movies for. So, yeah. There's that.
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I had settled for staring at TCM, which was showing The Gay Falcon (1941) with George Sanders as Gay Lawrence, a debonair private eye trying (and failing, of course) to give up the game for his long-suffering fiancée. I docked it points from the start for the Chinese houseboy, but within half an hour it gave me Arthur Shields as a blustery thumbs-in-his-braces detective inspector and an unbelievably young Hans Conried as a short-tempered sketch artist in a suit so loud, it was giving the screen rainbows, and I did actually feel better. The dialogue has lines like "Look, sister, he's took the pledge—no more crimes, no more dames!" and "As if you didn't know, you top-hatted termite! If this is your idea of comedy, I'm not laughing!" It's been kind of screamingly obvious who was behind the jewel heists from the beginning and that's not what anyone watches these movies for. So, yeah. There's that.