The first name that comes to mind when you think of Asian detectives? Naturally:
Note how it’s made by “Motion Pictures for Television, Inc.” – in 1938. Getting a bit ahead of the game, but you want to go into a new medium with a supply of material, I guess. It was really made by Monogram, home of the $11.98 budget, so this could be grueling.
Side note on the technology of the day: apparently people made phone calls using humerous bones of chimpanzees:
We finally meet James Lee Wong, Detective. He appears disguised as T. S. Eliot, or George Orwell after a brief stint in Gigolo School:
It’s unbelievably tedious. The story concerns an inventor who’s killing some businessmen who cheated him, and uses glass balls full of poison gas. But it’s all talk, with every scene staged the same way, everyone shot from the knees up, every room lit the same way. Of course, half the reviews on imbd are positive. “A delightful little surprise!” “As a fan, even connoisseur, of B and C movies, I think this one is very well done.” So it’s a very well-done below-average movie. That’s praising a poorly written book because all of the pages are consecutively numbered.
This will give you an idea of the film’s pell-mell pace:
I'll give it this: when they have an interrogation scene, it actually looks like a movie I'd want to watch.
But it isn't the sort of a movie I wanted to watch. I watched it anyway. It's the 100 Mysteries Pledge.