C Aubrey Smith and Erich von Stroheim? What more could you want? The premise is a good one too - Stroheim is that crazy art collector of urban legend who steals fabulously valuable art works because he just wants to own them. (The Mona Lisa in the Louvre is one of the many copies, of course.)
The terrible title and somewhat clunky exposition can be put down to Hollywood recreating London (shot of Scotland Yard, thick fog). Everyone (apart from the French, German and Cockney characters) is terribly British - apart from Smith's granddaughter, who couldn't be more American. Never mind, she's feisty and pretty and wears some glamorous clothes.
Those loveably inept Brits keep European art treasures in an old mine. When two French emissaries from the Louvre turn up to take Lisa home, the party waltzes in past the one pensionable guard, and find the gallery cared for by another 80-year-old. Not a man with a rifle in sight.
The shady Cockney art dealer and his wife are excellent and their relationship genuinely affecting. I longed to browse round their shop, full of "Victorian monstrosities" that had not yet come back into fashion.
The terrible title and somewhat clunky exposition can be put down to Hollywood recreating London (shot of Scotland Yard, thick fog). Everyone (apart from the French, German and Cockney characters) is terribly British - apart from Smith's granddaughter, who couldn't be more American. Never mind, she's feisty and pretty and wears some glamorous clothes.
Those loveably inept Brits keep European art treasures in an old mine. When two French emissaries from the Louvre turn up to take Lisa home, the party waltzes in past the one pensionable guard, and find the gallery cared for by another 80-year-old. Not a man with a rifle in sight.
The shady Cockney art dealer and his wife are excellent and their relationship genuinely affecting. I longed to browse round their shop, full of "Victorian monstrosities" that had not yet come back into fashion.