Ronald Colman gets to repeat the role he made his talking picture debut in with Bulldog Drummond Strikes Back. Though it did not yield an Oscar nomination as his first essay of the Bulldog did it is still a marvelous entertaining film. There's also a distinct improvement in the casting of Charles Butterworth instead of Claud Allister as sidekick Algy Longworth.I remember so thoroughly disliking Allister as Algy in the first Bulldog Drummond, he was more of an annoyance than anything else. Butterworth was an actor possessing a nice droll presence on screen and he handles the part so much better. Even when he screws up as he does in this film it's really not his fault and in fact he covers up a vital clue that the villain wants badly.That villain being Warner Oland who plays a rich Middle Eastern tycoon who has relocated to London. Oland has a very important cargo coming in on a freighter he owns and nothing must stand in the way of his receipt of said cargo. That includes murder, the murder victim being Loretta Young's father who knew about the cargo and had a mysterious coded radiogram from the ship which he was killed for.Colman's English charm was working on all cylinders in Bulldog Drummond Strikes Back. He managed not to get thrown in jail by C. Aubrey Smith of Scotland Yard and that in itself is a feat as he thoroughly annoys Smith with his constant calls for assistance. Similarly poor Butterworth has just gotten married and leaves his bride Una Merkel twice on the wedding night to come to Colman's assistance. Not to mention Loretta Young who is captivated by Colman as most of the English speaking world was.Incidentally a pair of London bobbies lend timely assistance to Colman twice inadvertently as he is in the clutches of the villain. Those scenes are truly funny as Colman emerges from the clutches of Oland debonair as ever.Bulldog Drummond Strikes Back is a great introduction to the debonair charm and class of Ronald Colman, possessor of the great voice in the English speaking world.

This was Ronald Colman's second and last appearance as Hugh "Bulldog" Drummond - although there were a couple of unrelated Drummond films since the 1929 original - and, while made at a different studio (Fox as opposed to Goldwyn), the film-makers seem to have learned their lesson by approaching the whole as if it were a spoof on the genre (in my review of the earlier film, I had criticized the star's unflappable nature for being incongruous with the melodramatic narrative involved)!Incidentally, I was initially disappointed to find here a very similar plot of a girl's extended relatives (these damsels-in-distress never seem to have parents, siblings or even boyfriends, only elderly – read: useless – uncles and aunts!) being victimized by the villains for some reason or other...but the denouement of this one does contrive to expose a foreign potentate's nefarious plot to infect the United Kingdom with cholera (again, the necessity to think big in this department has, sensibly, been taken in stride). Interestingly, the chief heavy here is none other than Warner Oland – concurrently engaged to play famed Oriental sleuth Charlie Chan in a long-running series at the same studio!Anyway, Colman has not only changed his 'home' here but also his central sidekick, Algy – resulting in a less buffoonish, and amusingly laid- back, interpretation by Charles Butterworth (he spends the entire movie, which unfolds during a single night, coming and going, at Drummond's behest, to his patient brand-new wife Una Merkel); even the leading lady (Loretta Young) is, for lack of a better word, more up his alley...though she still does little more than look frightened and faint! Another notable character, who would become a fixture of the series when it moved over to Paramount, is that of Col. Neilson (a typically splendid C. Aubrey Smith, who would reunite with Colman on his best film i.e. the definitive 1937 version of THE PRISONER OF ZENDA) – whose slumber Drummond frequently interrupts with tall tales of murder and intrigue, only to have the evidence subsequently disappear on him (years before the comedy team of Abbott & Costello made this a classic routine)! So flustered does the elderly Scotland Yard man become with the hero's 'ravings' that he appoints two 'bobbies' (one of them being archetypal British 'twit' E.E. Clive) to prevent him from further importuning Oland at his mansion; still, this whole business leads to delightfully Hitchcockian sequences in which Drummond actually finds the police's intervention a blessing!The extended climax, too, is wonderful: having rescued the heroine and her aunt beforehand from the oblivious baddies, the imprisoned Drummond then takes pleasure in disorienting Oland & Co. (including Kathleen Burke from ISLAND OF LOST SOULS {1932} as the evil Prince's daughter – exotically made-up but given little to sink her teeth into, though she is involved in the movie's biggest laugh-out-loud moment when forced to take shelter behind a settee with one of her minions upon entering Colman's house to kidnap a wary Young! – and an unrecognizable Mischa Auer) by phoning from the dungeons to let them in on his supposed feats in liberating the captives!; eventually, he and Algy escape detention and race to the docks to destroy the contaminated vessel – with Oland bowing out by his own hand, having graciously conceded defeat. The "Bulldog Drummond" series was singled out by the late British film critic Leslie Halliwell among his second batch of favourites, yet he opted for a title from the lesser later efforts, BULLDOG DRUMMOND COMES BACK (1937), rather than either of the character's initial Talkie adventures! For the record, I still have 18 of Colman's vehicles lying unwatched in my collection...and a future 1947 entry in the series landed the exact same title as this one (a curious fate which also befell BULLDOG DRUMMOND AT BAY)!!

This is not only the best Bulldog Drummond film, it is simply one of the best series detective films ever made and I would even go so far as to say it is one of the ten best classic (e.g. pre-1950) detective films ever made. It is not a mystery in the sense that the perpetrator is evident from near the start of the film...the real mystery is why the crimes, including kidnapping and murder, are being committed (another crime is why until recently we have not been able to buy watchable home video copies!). The merits of this film are well stated by the late William K. Everson in his book "The Detective in Film" but for the record: the director Roy Del Ruth does a great job of keeping the action moving; the lively cast, including Ronald Colman, Loretta Young, C. Aubrey Smith, Charles Butterworth, Una Merkel, and of course, Warner Oland, is first-rate from top to bottom; the script by Nunnally Johnson is witty and intelligent; and its production values including fabulous sets like Oland's living room in his cavernous London mansion, are untouchable. This film, which is part screwball comedy as well as detective film, is in my view the only one which comes close to being as good as The Thin Man (1934) in weaving the two genres together. I can not believe there is anyone who thinks this is a bad film -- those who rate it low must be having a bad day or confusing it with the 1947 Columbia "B" remake of the same title with Ron Randall! It is too bad that copyright hassles have never made it available for television broadcast in North America; otherwise I think this would be a very well known and regarded film rather than one known mainly to die-hard genre specialists.

Bulldog Drummond was sort of the James Bond of the 1930s (not least because in both cases, a rather thuggish and brutal book character was made more gentlemanly and dashing on screen). Ronald Colman had a huge success with 1929's Bulldog Drummond, which is fairly creaky as a film but unquestionably showed him off as one of the first actors to understand acting for talkies, and remains watchable today because of his relaxed and charming presence.Where it took three or four increasingly over-the-top Bond films before the spoofs started coming, two of the next three Drummond films (all made in 1934) were at least semi-tongue-in-cheek-- sort of like if Casino Royale and In Like Flint had followed immediately after Dr. No. While the British Return of Bulldog Drummond (with Ralph Richardson as the only screen Drummond apparently as racist and violent as the original) was serious, Bulldog Jack starred the rather dire comic Jack Hulbert as a nebbish ineptly posing as Drummond (with Richardson again, phoning in a performance as a shaggy-haired villain). And then there's this sort-of sequel to the 1929 Colman film ("sort of" because apart from Colman it's a completely different cast, crew and even studio), which is ostensibly a straight thriller, and quite suspenseful in parts-- yet has a self-mocking, absurdist edge far beyond anything in the 1929 film.Under the fast-paced direction of Warner Bros. veteran Roy Del Ruth, there's a definite screwball influence here, with bodies disappearing and reappearing and Colman reacting to it all with a kind of bemused unflappability that goes well beyond even Powell and Loy's approach to detective work in The Thin Man. For a 1930s film it's startlingly self-referential and conscious of being a movie-- Colman declines a ride because he says it fits his image better to be seen disappearing into the fog, and at one point he flat out predicts that this is just the moment when a beautiful woman in distress should appear at the door, which of course she does. You half expect Basil Exposition's father to turn up and help him advance the plot.Warner Oland makes a nicely exasperated villain, part straight man and part genuine menace, and though Charles Butterworth's exceedingly dim Algy is a bit tiresome (when Algy turns out to be a ex-wartime cryptographer, you're startled to discover he can even read), it's a genuine delight to see C. Aubrey Smith playing a real character and not Stock Crusty Old Gent #1.Now then, if this is so good, why haven't you ever seen it? Unfortunately, 20th Century (not Fox yet) only owned the rights to the story it's based on for a certain period, so though they still own the film itself, they no longer have the legal right to exhibit it in the US. So it's never been released to TV here (although for some reason they have shown it on TV in Britain, and passable copies reportedly circulate in this country duped from British TV broadcasts). Fox ought to look past the constant repackaging of its ten most famous movies, write a small check to the McNeile estate for permanent rights and then make a big ballyhoo about the rediscovery and video release of a lost classic from the golden age of Hollywood.