"Tomorrow at Seven" is a terrible murder mystery. Actually, it's just a terrible movie.
There's a killer called The Black Ace at large and it seems that his next target is an old rich man named Thornton Drake (Henry Stephenson). The Black Ace is called that because he leaves a black ace of spades symbol at the location of his next victim. Because Thornton Drake is rich he has a large compound and is always surrounded by guests, friends, and the help which is a standard formula for 1930's murder mysteries (i.e. Having many suspects).
After learning of his fate he decided to go to Louisiana. Surely The Black Ace can't get to him out there. Nevertheless, on the plane ride to Louisiana the lights went out and Austin Winters (Grant Mitchell), Drake's main servant, was killed. It was just one of at least a couple lights-out-for-a-crime-to-be-committed scenes. After you've seen a few such murders it gets quite tiresome. This was particularly unintelligent because there were only a handful of people on the plane. They could've solved the mystery before they landed had there been one adequate cop on the plane.
Instead, to help make this movie nearly unwatchable, there were two bungling detectives named Clancy (Frank McHugh) and Dugan (Allen Jenkins). These two idiots shouldn't have even been on the police force, let alone become detectives. And to make matters worse, they were detectives going after one of the biggest serial killers in Chicago.
"Tomorrow at Seven" was a poorly written comedy that was more drama than comedy which made it awful. If the movie fully committed to either it had a chance, but it didn't.
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There's a killer called The Black Ace at large and it seems that his next target is an old rich man named Thornton Drake (Henry Stephenson). The Black Ace is called that because he leaves a black ace of spades symbol at the location of his next victim. Because Thornton Drake is rich he has a large compound and is always surrounded by guests, friends, and the help which is a standard formula for 1930's murder mysteries (i.e. Having many suspects).
After learning of his fate he decided to go to Louisiana. Surely The Black Ace can't get to him out there. Nevertheless, on the plane ride to Louisiana the lights went out and Austin Winters (Grant Mitchell), Drake's main servant, was killed. It was just one of at least a couple lights-out-for-a-crime-to-be-committed scenes. After you've seen a few such murders it gets quite tiresome. This was particularly unintelligent because there were only a handful of people on the plane. They could've solved the mystery before they landed had there been one adequate cop on the plane.
Instead, to help make this movie nearly unwatchable, there were two bungling detectives named Clancy (Frank McHugh) and Dugan (Allen Jenkins). These two idiots shouldn't have even been on the police force, let alone become detectives. And to make matters worse, they were detectives going after one of the biggest serial killers in Chicago.
"Tomorrow at Seven" was a poorly written comedy that was more drama than comedy which made it awful. If the movie fully committed to either it had a chance, but it didn't.
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