Thunder in the City

An inoffensive light comedy but it makes the mistake of trying to sell us Edward G Robinson as a comedic, romantic lead. Attention does stray at times. Fortunately, outside of his Holmes' film appearances, Nigel Bruce has one of his larger filml roles. He is billed second and is great fun as the befuddled and loveable Duke. The best sequence in the film features Bruce and Robinson at a fairground.

One of the most benign films I have seen in a long time is the 1937 film "Thunder in the City." The film talks of England being the first country to come out of the depression. What are they talking about? It's only 1937 and it would take the advent of World War 11 to get us out of that mess. Edward G. Robinson gives a lackluster performance in a film with lackluster writing. Having been booted from his position, he ventures off to England to meet some odd relatives. They both think that each other are wealthy, and perhaps a comedy at this time would have been worthwhile. Instead, they plot some sort of business venture with some new metal. This is as about exciting like a walk in the forest at dusk. In the end, Robinson is regarded as a hero among the stockholders even though he has been out-witted. Any thought of Robinson as a leading man here falls flat, as does the picture.

A rather silly Capraesque comedy whose script by Robert Sherwood doesn't bear up to a couple of minute's reflection, but is enhanced by slick production values, a game supporting cast of Brits (the fact that Lord & Lady Glenavon have such a Teutonic daughter is glossed over over by her supposedly having spent several years in Vienna) and Edward G. Robinson obviously enjoying himself in a break from playing gangsters; as an entrepreneur too brash for America so he gets sent to Britain. Yeah right!

Edward G. Robinson is an American ad executive whose barnstorming style is judged to be too flamboyant, so he travels to England to learn restraint and dignity. While visiting with his aristocratic relatives, he falls for Luli Deste, the daughter of destitute Duke Nigel Bruce. Bruce owns a mine in Rhodesia that's rich is the miraculous mineral magnalite, so Robinson maneuvers to buy it out from under the nose of banker and romantic rival Ralph Richardson. Lacking the money to follow through with his promised purchase price, Robinson engages in a flamboyant campaign to push magnalite to the British public and recruit investors in his mine. An agreeable if pretty slight romantic comedy that sees Robinson escaping his tough guy persona, ably supported by a top notch British cast.

I'd love to know how producer Alexander Esway landed Edward G. Robinson for this low budget British feature. Robinson plays a crafty American businessman who relocates to the old country in order to pick up a few pointers--in addition to teaching the locals a few tricks about wealth creation. Nigel Bruce is delightful (and typically fuddled) as the nobleman who sells his stake in some Rhodesian mines to Robinson, Ralph Richardson is nice and chilly as the villain of the piece, and sexy Luli Deste is adequate as the film's love interest. For a low budget effort, the film is very well made, and features a few impressive sequences, most notably a brief scene in the Escher-like Challoner Hall that seems to consist primarily of staircases leading nowhere. The old Madacy Video tape leaves a lot to be desired, however: their print is worn and washed out. Thunder In the City is no classic, but it deserves to get cleaned up for DVD.