BULLDOG DRUMMOND’S SECRET POLICE – MORE WIMBLEDON THAN SÖDERMALM?

Okay, so I watched Bulldog Drummond’s Secret Police last night (yeah, again, for like the third time this decade?) and gotta say, there’s something oddly comforting with these old caper flicks… can’t help but think of when I was maybe ten or so and my granddad would leave SvD lying around with the TV schedule circled – these were the films we’d sneak in on a sleepy Sunday afternoon. He always joked that the British accent was “just fancier Skånska.” Not true, but still kinda true?

Talking actors, John Howard does his Bulldog bit with that weird stiff upper lip energy (but a bit too much Brylcreem if you ask me). Heather Angel shows up too, and she’s sort of like the classic 1930s “women can do more than faint” gal, but only just. And ok – E.E. Clive is back as Tenny, stealing every scene by just being the driest butler in film history. George Somnes is in the director’s chair – sounds like a Bond villain but actually helms things with a steady (if maybe a lil’ boring) hand. I feel like the “famous” here is more of a “stor i kvällstidningarna 1939” famous, but still, you gotta respect the craft.

There’s this wild vibe, like, everyone’s acting through some thick curtain of fog – I half expected Miss Marple to pop in for tea, or maybe a pack of geese from Skåne. The plot is clunky – secret passageways, a missing will, and more red herrings than a midsommar sillbord.

It’s basically like watching an old Radiotjänst broadcast, a little dusty, but kinda charming. Sometimes it works, sometimes you just squint at the screen like, “Is this supposed to be tense?” But honestly, next rainy Thursday, pop some popcorn, make a kopp kaffe, and give it a shot.

Just don’t expect action. Or logic. But who really wants that anyway?

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