Marion Gering's Thunder In The City (1937) is an utterly pretentious farce. It rightly belongs in the Fairy Tale genre as well.However, I enjoyed viewing this film tremendously. The entertainment value of this film for me is as high as it can get. Perhaps something in me not only as a film fanatic, but also just as a human being really related to the characters in this film. I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to crawl into the screen and be with these people as they played out this highly improbable tale. If this film is a fairy tale, then I guess that it is somehow my fairy tale too.This film is an example of good cinematic storytelling. Although it is a highly improbable story, and the acting overall, especially that of Edward G Robinson, is very pretentious, this story impacted me in a very favorable manner. The storyline is well thought out, and is not at all predictable.I will remember viewing this film for a long time, and will probably view it again soon in the future. I suppose that I just want to vicariously relive this pretentious, farcical, fairy tale again.

Nigel Bruce, Watson to Basil Rathbone's Sherlock Holmes in the 1939 "Hound of the Baskervilles" and of the 1940s Holmes movies, was usually cast as a befuddled and kindly Englishman. The actual second son of a baronet, in this 1937 movie he portrays the English Duke who owns an African mine of useless metal no one knows anything about. Edward G. Robinson plays a brash American who gets involved in promoting the mineral. Ralph Richardson, later knighted by the Queen for theatrical excellence, makes an early film appearance. He later played Dr. Watson on British radio with Sir John Geilgud as Holmes. Arthur Wontner made 5 British Sherlock Holmes movies in the early to mid 1930s. Here he makes small but effective appearances as the English cousin of Robinson's returning American, the father of adult children and the owner of an enormous estate that Robinson gets lost in. This is not an exciting, complex movie, but serves a purpose in filmdom for bringing together Bruce, Richardson and Wonter in one story. I plan on winning some bets with other Sherlockians with this information. P.S. I liked the movie itself, it had all the content of an episode of "Friends".

In the middle of one of his disputes with the Brothers Warner, Edward G. Robinson went over to the United Kingdom to make this feature about a fast talking promoter who essentially inflates the value of some mining stock to get more money for the owner who is being squeezed by a tough minded businessman in the purchasing negotiations. The owners are Nigel Bruce and Constance Collier and the businessman is Ralph Richardson in one of his early screen roles.The role Robinson is playing is one Pat O'Brien probably would have been better suited for, it's the kind of fast talking ballyhoo artist that O'Brien did in his sleep. Bruce and Collier are fine, but Ralph Richardson really gives the best performance with Donald Calthrop as a French chemist who has patented the process to manufacture the 'magnalite' ore from the Bruce/Collier mines, a close second.If anyone can tell me what magnalite is I'd like to know. Robinson promotes it in the way that Rock Hudson promoted Vip in Lover Come Back.Thunder in the City is a great deal cheaper on the production values than anything Robinson was doing at Warner Brothers and unfortunately it shows. Still it's not a bad film and it certainly shows British business practice sure ain't different than American ones.

Edward G Robinson is remembered for playing snarling gangsters and other tough guys, but in real life he was a very cultured man, a collector of art and antiques. (Robinson acquired a Van Gogh before that artist was well-known.) 'Thunder in the City' is a low-budget film that Robinson made in England, playing a fairly normal person for once. I wanted to like this movie, as it brought back memories for me of the one occasion when I met Robinson (in London, when he was buying antiques in the Portobello Road). Sadly, despite the presence of an excellent cast and a good performance by Robinson, this film is not very entertaining.Despite its low budget, 'Thunder in the City' opens with an extremely impressive montage by Ned Mann, and offers several other impressive montages throughout the movie. Those montages are the best things in this film. The single biggest problem is that 'Thunder in the City' (with its overly dramatic title) can't seem to figure out what sort of movie it wants to be. This material has the general pacing and feel of a comedy, but it isn't funny, and it's not quite engaging enough to be a drama. A previous IMDB poster has compared this movie to 'Beat the Devil'. Sorry, but 'Thunder in the City' hasn't got one percent of the wit of that film.Robinson takes centre stage as Dan Armstrong, a high-pressure publicity agent in charge of the New York campaign for a motorcar called the Straight 8. (He doesn't seem to be bothered that the car has an illegible logo.) When the ad campaign fizzles, Armstrong's bosses pressure him into resigning because they haven't the bottle to sack him outright. One of Armstrong's bosses tells him that he could learn from the example of the English, who were so efficient in acquiring Suez. (No comment.) This prompts Armstrong to recall his prankster grandfather, an Englishman who fled to America in disgrace after he stole a mummy out of the British Museum and smuggled it into the front bench in the House of Lords. Now, Armstrong conveniently recalls that he still has relatives in England, and even though he's never met them he assumes they'll be delighted if he pops round for a visit. (Frankly, Edward G Robinson doesn't look as if his ancestors came from the sceptred isle.)Armstrong's relations are the Duke and Duchess of Glenarvon, lounging about in Challoner Hall, which has been the family home for 20 generations. They've got titles and bloodlines but no money. (This is the most plausible part of the movie.) When they learn that Armstrong is coming to visit, they assume he's wealthy and that he plans to buy Challoner Hall. Young relative Dolly eagerly hopes that she'll be able to land a rich husband. (Dolly is played by Elizabeth Inglis, who would soon land a very rich husband indeed; in real life, she married the president of NBC television and became the mother of Sigourney Weaver.)When Armstrong shows up on their doorstep, we get the usual hackneyed 'Our American Cousin' situations, contrasting a brash Yank with some buttoned-up British bluebloods. When the Glenarvons inquire into the fate of Armstrong's grandfather, Robinson has the only funny line in this movie: "It was his ambition to be an inmate in every state in the Union. But he died before he got to South Dakota."Armstrong has a 'meet cute' scene with Lady Patricia: nice work by her stunt double here, as Lady Pat falls off her horse. Lady Patricia is supposed to be an English blueblood, but she's played by untalented Austrian actress Luli Deste with an accent full of wienerschnitzel. There's a line of dialogue to explain that Lady Pat has spent a lot of time in Vienna. Luli Deste's scenes are so painful to watch (and listen to) that she ruins the few merits this film possesses. The movie would have made more sense if Elizabeth Inglis and Luli Deste had swapped roles during rehearsal.Learning that the Glenarvons' investments are all tied up in Rhodesian mines, Armstrong whips up a publicity campaign for a 'miracle metal' called Magnalite (it might as well be McGuffinite) that these mines allegedly produce. Soon, he has a veritable South Seas Bubble on his hands, as English working-class folk (with bad Cockney accents) queue up to invest their savings in this sure-fire deal. (When you see Sid, tell him not to bother.)Speaking of bad accents, the English actors who play Americans in this film (mostly in the early scenes) aren't very believable. Veteran film composer Miklos Rozsa has never impressed me, yet here he surpasses himself by bringing in every possible musical cliche. When Robinson arrives in England, the soundtrack plays 'Land of Hope and Glory'. When he visits a funfair, the soundtrack plays 'The Loveliest Time of the Year' ... the same waltz music that shows up in almost *every* movie featuring a scene at the circus or carnival.The ending of the film manages to be very sudden and extremely muddled. There are good things in 'Thunder in the City', but they're few and far between. Nigel Bruce gives a good performance as the Duke of Glenarvon; I wish I could say as much for the annoying Constance Collier as his wife. I've savoured Ralph Richardson's distinctive performances elsewhere, but here he merely takes up space. Fans of Edward G Robinson who want to see this movie should be forewarned that Robinson does nothing here that he didn't do much more skilfully in almost any of his Hollywood films. I'll rate 'Thunder in the City' only 3 out of 10, mostly for those delicious montages - which belong in a better movie - and for that one impressive stunt-doubling when Lady Patricia comes a cropper.