The Panther's Claw

1942 "A Shriek Of Death - As The Sleek Nocturnal Prowler STRIKES Again!"
5.8| 1h10m| NR| en
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The police arrest a man climbing over the wall of a cemetery after midnight. He claims that he is being blackmailed and is following instructions he received by mail to leave $1000 on a certain grave. It turns out that he's not the only one who got a blackmail letter from the same person--calling himself "The Black Panther"--and it also turns out that all the recipients are connected to an opera company.

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Redwarmin This movie is the proof that the world is becoming a sick and dumb place
Platicsco Good story, Not enough for a whole film
Listonixio Fresh and Exciting
Curt Watching it is like watching the spectacle of a class clown at their best: you laugh at their jokes, instigate their defiance, and "ooooh" when they get in trouble.
bensonmum2 A seemingly innocent, harmless man, Everett P. Digberry (Byron Foulger), gets caught up in blackmail, extortion, and murder. The DA suspects Mr. Digberry isn't as innocent as he appears. Can the police find the real criminal before the DA presses charges?The Panther's Claw is a very misleading title, evoking menace and horror. A more apt title (both literally and figuratively) would be The Kitten's Paw. The movie is more of a comedy with some weak mystery elements (I knew the killer's identity the moment he appeared on screen) than harrowing as title would lead you to believe. Despite the misleading title, The Panther's Claw is a decent little movie. Fortunately, some of the comedy works and at times is quite funny. Most of the credit has to go to Byron Foulger (I just wrote about him and his appearance in Honey West). He's good. The best I can say about the rest of the cast is they're serviceable. No one really stands out. Being a PRC film, it has that dark and dirty look I've come to expect. Lighting must have been beyond PRC's limited budgets. And the sets look as if they were furnished from a local second-hand store. The movie is only 70 minutes long and, generally, flows well. Unfortunately, there are a couple of plot points that left me scratching my head. Like, how did the killer's suit end up in Digberry's closet? Or, why wasn't Digberry more forthright and honest with the police from the beginning? Would have saved himself a lot of trouble. But in the end, this isn't brain surgery and it's enjoyable enough to deserve at least a 5/10.
kevin olzak Anthony Abbot's fictional detective, Police Commissioner Thatcher Colt, inspired only two little known Columbia features, 1932's "The Night Club Lady" and 1933's "The Circus Queen Murder," so after a decade's passing, Poverty Row's PRC took a crack at the character with "The Panther's Claw," intended to be only the first in a new series that came to naught. Replacing two-time Colt Adolphe Menjou with dependable Sidney Blackmer (an excellent choice), the often comic story is derived from Abbot's 1940 short story, "About the Perfect Crime of Mr. Digberry." In keeping Digberry (Byron Foulger) at the forefront, Blackmer's Colt is reduced in stature, conducting a too leisurely investigation as other annoying suspects get an abundance of screen time until he comes on strong at the end. Sadly missing from this PRC Colt are his faithful assistant Miss Kelly, delightfully portrayed by Ruthelma Stevens, and his unique lip reading abilities, which at least made him stand out from his inspiration, Van Dine's Philo Vance. Speaking of which, this would be the screen finale of Thatcher Colt, just as PRC also brought Philo Vance to his end, in a three picture series from 1947. Both characters suffered the same fate on television, as neither were ever revived for small screen incarnations. In hindsight, I believe that PRC was not only better than Monogram with mysteries (Charlie Chan), but also the horror genre, as their stories usually wasted no time getting underway; feel free to disagree.
mark.waltz The misleading title features no panther (pink or otherwise), only the cute kitty-cat of milquetoast Byron Foulger accused of murdering an aging opera star. There are plenty of other suspects, but circumstances point to him, having himself set up a fake blackmail scheme to fool his (unseen) wife in regards to their joint bank account. He is first seen at his mother's grave, staring at her stone with a hysterical limerick written on it. There really isn't much plot, but it's pretty entertaining with Sidney Blackmer as the main cop on the case and some confusion concerning Foulger's constant disappearance and sudden reappearance which make his comings and goings seem suspicious. PRC has had some pretty rare classics (or pretty rotten cinema) and shouldn't be taken for art. But if you compare these low-budget films to early television dramas, you'll find them to be compact entertainment, worthy of non-pretentious storytelling and not overloaded with frills that sometimes are out of place.
JohnHowardReid A thoroughly disappointing noir is Producers Releasing Corp's The Panther's Claw (1942), the last of three movies featuring Thatcher Colt. The first two, both starring Adolphe Menjou as Colt, have been screened by TCM – and marvelous they are too. So I was really looking forward to the third, even though Sidney Blackmer is no Menjou. But it turns out that, although top-billed, Blackmer is not the star after all. It's Byron Foulger, of all people, who enjoys the lion's share of the action, as he plays the title character in Anthony Abbot's story, "The Perfect Crime of Mr Digberry", upon which the film is based. Now Mr Foulger is a neat-as-a-pin Milquetoast and I really enjoy him in small doses. As a lead, however, he tends to way out-stay his welcome. Unfortunately, aside from Blackmer, Rick Vallin (as his assistant), Herbert Rawlinson (as the D.A.) and Frank Darien (in a small role as a wig-maker), the support players are even less beguiling. Martin Mooney's talky, dialogue-bound screenplay doesn't help either, while P.R.C.'s notoriously sparse production values and Bill Beaudine's disinterested direction provide the last words in boredom.