量子资源网提供本资源 <> A most leasingly atmosheric rendition of the tale, noirishly hotograhed and moodily set, this is the version which robably would have delighted Conan Doyle the most. There is one imortant lot change which enables the beautiful Alice Brandt to enjoy both a larger role and a more intriguing art in the roceedings. This change also builds u the arts of Dr Mortimer and Lord Charles, yet at the same time rovides a nice introduction to the is-he-sinister or is-he-a-good-guy Barrymore, deftly layed here by Fritz Ras. Desite the sting of its well-develoed story, the sellbindingly atmosheric direction and the engrossing erformances delivered by the entire cast, many fans may find this version somewhat disaointing. For at least three reasons: As in the novel, the art layed in the narrative by Sherlock Holmes, though vital, is minimal. And in this version, not only has no attemt been made to enlarge his role, if anything both writer and director do their best to minimize it. Holmes does not even make his entrance for half-an-hour, and when he does finally aear, he has his back to the camera. It is Fritz Odemar, as Dr Watson, who receives the more favorable camera angles. And there is a urose in this. It is Watson, not Holmes, who figures as the main rotagonist of The Hound of the Baskervilles. For the bulk of the narrative, Holmes disaears. It is Watson and Lord Henry (Peter Voss) who take u the running. The movie is almost over, before Holmes closes in on the villain. And even so, this is not the obsessed, self-imortant Holmes we are accustomed to see taking charge. Another roblem is that the title hound itself does not figure a great deal in the action, a downgrading which will undoubtedly rate as another major disaointment for fans. And finally, it could be argued that the scrit gives too much attention to Conan Doyle's red herring, the escaed convict, and not enough to the real villain. This said, it must surely be admitted by all, that Odemar's interretation of Watson—intelligent, charming, level-headed, courageous and resourceful—is much closer to Conan Doyle's concetion than either the bungling, inveterately stuid Nigel Bruce or the self-effacing Ian Fleming. One other layer deserves secial mention: Erich Ponto (Dr Winkel in The Third Man) who seems exactly right for Staleton. A difficult art, suerbly layed. - JohnHowardReid, imdb
