I know best when you die. The whole of London is trembling - an unknown maniac kills visitors with numbered throwing daggers, having previously collected their suitcase. Inspector Finch must find the killer or his career is over. The story is extremely confusing. Under suspicion falls Dr. Bransby, who is always nearby. And the doctor has a charming American nurse who is looking for her older brother in London. Even under the feet of Inspector Finch, a cousin with strong oddities is in the way. The ensemble is completed by the mysterious crime writer Humphrey Curtis, who suffers from drug addiction of a new synthetic drug Mesquadrile. The drug is terrible - the person taking it does not live more than a month.
Black and white ironic detective with pleasant jokes, good camera work, and cool music in the spirit of Bond. All, as if not seriously - cartoon inserts of flying daggers, naive fights, no drop of spilled blood, vaudeville villain, beauty for the hero of the inspector. The film is similar to Bond’s that it is based on one of the books by Brian Edgar Wallace, the commercially successful creator of a series of detective unassuming paperback novels, on which a whole franchise is shot. The whole picture is made in West Berlin, although the action takes place in London. At the beginning and at the end, postcard views of the British capital were mounted, which did not save the tape from the ridicule of viewers who competed, who recognized Berlin attractions more in the frame. Of the pluses, I will add a young Zenta Berger at the very beginning of my career as a sex diva.
In general, in my opinion, the film would benefit if the authors decided what they are shooting a detective or comedy.
PS: The original painting is called “The Secret of the Black Suitcase.”
7 out of 10