The Falcon in Hollywood

Where next will the killer strike?

6.0
19441h 7m

Production

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Suave amateur detective Tom Lawrence--aka Michael Arlen's literary hero The Falcon--arrives in Hollywood for some rest and relaxation, only to find himself involved in the murder of a movie actor. There's no shortage of suspects: the costume designer to whom he was married, a tyrannical director, a beautiful young French starlet, a Shakespeare-quoting producer, even a New York gangster. Helping The Falcon solve the crime is a cute, wise-cracking cab driver and a pair of bumbling cops.

Cast

Photo of Tom Conway

Tom Conway

Tom Lawrence

Photo of Barbara Hale

Barbara Hale

Peggy Callahan

Photo of Veda Ann Borg

Veda Ann Borg

Billie Atkins

Photo of John Abbott

John Abbott

Martin S. Dwyer

Photo of Sheldon Leonard

Sheldon Leonard

Louie Buchanan

Photo of Konstantin Shayne

Konstantin Shayne

Alec Hoffman

Photo of Emory Parnell

Emory Parnell

Inspector McBride

Photo of Frank Jenks

Frank Jenks

Lieutenant Higgins

Photo of Jean Brooks

Jean Brooks

Roxanna Miles

Photo of Rita Corday

Rita Corday

Lili D'Allio

Photo of Walter Soderling

Walter Soderling

Ed Johnson, studio guard

Photo of Robert Clarke

Robert Clarke

Perc Saunders - Assistant Director

Photo of Chili Williams

Chili Williams

Blonde Woman at Races (uncredited)

Photo of Chester Clute

Chester Clute

Apartment Manager (uncredited)

Photo of Bryant Washburn

Bryant Washburn

Art Department Runner (uncredited)

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Reviews

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CinemaSerf

6/10

It's the persistent cabbie "Billie" (Veda Ann Borg) who steals the thunder in this quite entertaining and quickly paced outing for our eponymous sleuth (Tom Conway). He is dragooned into an investigation following a murder at an Hollywood studio and so for the next hour or so we are treated to loads of backstage photography, scantily clad dancers, an increasingly irate producer (John Abbott) and, of course, a diabolical curse of the Maharajah's ring. Is the picture doomed to end up on the outing room floor? It has no director and is rapidly becoming a celluloid albatross! There's a bit more of a story here, with a few realistic suspects and a bit of detail on just how films are made before a denouement that's hardly a shock, but results in a fun chase through the studio lot and a great big Super Trouper! Enjoyable enough afternoon stuff.

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