Bulldog Drummond’s Peril – A cuppa crime with Ronny-and-Nils-vibes

Alright so here’s the thing – I sat down the other night, snow wet on my boots, to rewatch *Bulldog Drummond’s Peril* (1938). Maybe too much kaffe, my hands a bit shaky, but that’s how these late-night sessions go since I moved to Sundbyberg. If you like your crime stories with a crisp British twist, this one’s a weird little treat. Ralph Richardson beams up in this, snappy as ever with a stiff upper lip you could ski down. And John Barrymore – what a guy, kind of steals the show just by raising his eyebrow. You know he’s trouble, even if he’s just holding a teacup.

Now, if we talk about James P. Hogan, who directed this, he ain’t exactly a household name on Götgatan, but give some cred—the rhythm’s quick, no longwinded faff. Feels a bit like an old radio drama boiled down to a single flask of hembränt. It’s short, it’s punchy, but it’s not one you drag your friends to “experience” cinema. It’s more the sort of thing you stumble into on a rainy Tuesday, maybe ’cause Ystad’s TV3 decided to toss in some oldies between football games.

My cousin Jocke, back in 2002, tried explaining the whole diamond plot using lego on my kitchen table, and I swear, that made more sense than the actual movie sometimes. Still, something charming – maybe seeing all those British types running around like confused chickens.

If you’re up for a classic whodunnit, or maybe wanna see how old-timers flirt with death (and each other), give it a go. Just be prepared that you’ll maybe spend half your time wondering why they don’t just ring the police like we do for everything in Sweden. Funnily enough, that’s the most relatable part.

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