Wordiezett So much average

Smartorhypo Highly Overrated But Still Good

Sexyloutak Absolutely the worst movie.

Afouotos Although it has its amusing moments, in eneral the plot does not convince.

JohnHowardReid Annabella (Ranie Racine), David Niven (Paul de Brack), Paul Lukas (Philip de Beaufort), Romney Brent (Jimmy Raine), Francis L. Sullivan (Brogard), Stewart Rome (Racine), Frederick Leister (Tarade), William Dewhurst (Devine), Tyrrell Davis (Duval), Vivienne Chatterton (Marthe), Ronald Shiner (Sydney), Nora Swinburne (Lady Railton), Raymond Huntley (Gibout), Ralph Truman (auctioneer), Billy Shine (waiter), O. B. Clarence (messenger), Frederick Culley, Patricia Medina.Director: HAROLD D. SCHUSTER. Screenplay: Roland Pertwee, Romney Brent. Scenario and dialogue: Roland Pertwee. Photography: Philip Tannura. Supervising film editor: James B. Clark. Art director: Frank Wells. Costumes: René Hubert. Camera operator: Wilkie Cooper. Special effects: Ned Mann. Music and songs: Lee Sims. Music director: Muir Mathieson. Production manager: Leslie F. Baker. Assistant director: Frederick James. Sound recording: A. W. Watkins, J. C. Cook. Western Electric Sound System. Producer: Robert T. Kane. Copyright 26 November 1937 by 20th Century-Fox Film Corp. New York opening at the Roxy: 3 December 1937. U.S. release: 26 November 1937. Australian release: 2 June 1938. 8 reels. 77 minutes. SYNOPSIS: In the middle of a party at his house Racine, a Parisian banker, is shot dead. He had been concerned about a conspiracy that could ruin his bank. He had revealed that he had posted a letter containing the names of six men, known only to himself, whom he thinks may be the guilty ones. The letter never arrives.COMMENT: Annabella is the star. The camera focuses on her. She even does two atrocious impersonations: a Spanish countess and an Indian princess. Niven and Lukas are much as usual. It is left to Francis L. Sullivan and Tyrrell Davis (particularly the former) to really steal the acting limelight. Ronald Shiner has a small part as a sneak- thief porter.Production values are okay, though there is evidence of skimping. Direction remains steadfastly dull throughout, a surfeit of dialogue over-weighs the script, predictability and incredulity dog the plot. The climax, alas, is disappointingly short on action, the villain being disposed of by a single shot. (Incidentally, there is no mystery as to his identity. We, the audience, know who he is all the time). In short, a naive script designed primarily to show off the beauty and talents of the lovely Annabella. And why not?

bkoganbing Dinner at the Ritz was done while David Niven was making his first visit back to the old country. Sam Goldwyn who made as much money with Niven by selling his services to major studios as using Niven himself, lent him out to 20th Century Fox for this European production.The chief recommendation for Dinner at the Ritz is the location shooting in Paris, Monte Carlo, and London. It was good for American audiences to see the real deal as opposed to studio set recreations. It wasn't bad for our audiences to see the beautiful Annabella who would be marrying Niven pal Tyrone Power shortly.Annabella is the daughter of a banker who allegedly commits suicide after telling her he was going to confront one of a group of six men who pulled off a swindle on his bank. Of course Annabella doesn't believe it, neither does detective David Niven who's after these guys for other crimes.Since we already know who the murderer is, there's no real suspense in Dinner at the Ritz. It's whether she can catch them and prove it and will she realize Niven ain't one of the gang.I will say this, the gimmick used to get her father's money back is pulled off with quite a bit of style. Look for some good performances by Francis L. Sullivan and Paul Lukas as two of the gang of six. But the film really could have used some Hitchcock touches.

rsoonsa This smoothly paced English made work has many advantages going: capable direction that includes thoroughgoing competence with editing processes, a talented internationally flavoured cast, striking settings, of which many are in Paris and along the French Riviera, a comedic yet accessible screenplay, and top-flight design of costumes and interiors for each scene. Beautiful Annabella has top billing as Ranie Racine whose financier father, despite his ostensible suicide, has to her mind been murdered, and in an attempt to determine the actual cause of her sire's death, Ranie links up with Paul de Brack, a British government agent seeking identical information (David Niven with his initial starring part in a major feature), the two formulating various undercover ploys during which they come upon a large banking scandal while, naturally, facing the pleasant bother of falling in love. Elegance is the keynote of the film, with the gowns and other costuming of René Hubert being specially effective in its fostering, while a Monte Carlo casino, a luxurious Mediterranean yacht belonging to a probable principal in the mentioned scandal, in addition to concordant venues, are harmoniously complemented by the breezy dialogue penned by Roland Pertwee with additions from Romney Brent who also plays as a journalist following along the same trail as are Ranie and Paul. From the cast come numerous fine performances, Annabella earning acting honours for her vivid turn as an amateur detective, and there are telling contributions from Francis L. Sullivan and Tyrell Davis, representatives of the Forces of Evil, Shakespearian player William Dewhurst as an enigmatic jeweller who aids Ranie with adornment for her disguises, radiant Nora Swinburne, who not surprisingly steals her two brief scenes and, ever at ease among the elite, Niven may not be overlooked in this pleasant cinematic soufflé.

clark-9 Entertaining mystery for 30s film fans with decent dialogue and a plot that moves along smartly. Although predictable, the plot elements seem logical. David Niven is his usual charming self, and handles his confused love interest with a believable flair. One `groaner' moment near the end when the bad guy doesn't do you-know-what.