The Hound of the Baskervilles Reviews
Luke B
Super Reviewer
December 29, 2011
Those were the days. When a film franchise could churn out 14 movies in just 7 years. I'm not one for quality over quantity, but with the talent on show here you can easily appreciate the fine workmanship. Hound of the Baskervilles sees Rathbone and Bruce as Holmes and Watson. What I really like about this movie, is that it doesn't bog us down with origins. It assumes we know these characters, which of course, we all do. This allows for a well paced 80 minutes, and a story that kicks off straight away. Holmes is asked to help protect a young man who is coming to inherit Baskerville manor. It's situated on the moors, which are beautifully recreated here. Each rock seems to tell its own horror story. The fog that continuously sweeps over the moors is dark and ominous. Lanfield allows visuals to create the suspense instead of intrusive musical cues. Two scenes stood out for me, when a gun is pointed from a carriage, and as Watson watched his door slowly open. These days, each of these would be laced with faster cuts and loud screeching violins. No such misfortune here. The performances are also strong. Rathbone is more of a supporting character here, which actually works. It emphasises Holmes attempts at being overlooked, He is more of a background detective that still pulls the strings. Bruce is a wonderful Watson, that comes off as Holmes' equal, even if he doesn't have quite the logistical thinking of Holmes. They are supported why a wonderful cast, that do their best to make themselves both suspicious and innocent. Each one seems to have a specific secret, but until the last moments we are unaware of any real motive. The final moments are most exciting, with some exceptional dog training making for a really tense fight. When such an old film even has great make-up, it's clear that we have a real gem on our hands. A classic story told with restraint and style.
Michael G
Super Reviewer
April 30, 2011
If I'd have seen this adaptation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's signature (or perhaps most famous) tale of the world's second greatest detective before seeing Hammer's adaptation with Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee I think I would've liked it a lot more. Don't get me wrong, this version isn't bad. It's got a lot of the fun interaction between Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce that Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson requires. The set design (namely the moors) was also superb. I just happened to like how the Hammer version was more creepy and ominous. That version also kept me on my toes because I was expecting (as always) for Christopher Lee to be bad news. But then again when watching that version, I had zero familiarity with the story. This one's not bad and worth the watch even if the ending is absolutely abrupt.
garyX
Super Reviewer
April 6, 2007
Basil Rathbone is easily the best of the big screen Holmes's and this is his best outing. Nigel Bruce's bumbling Dr. Watson seems positively antiquated in this day and age, but it remained the best adaptation of Conan Doyle's great detective til Jeremy Brett's TV interpretation in the 80s.
sanjurosamurai
Super Reviewer
January 29, 2007
great flick
neumdaddy
Super Reviewer
August 26, 2004
So I've been known to drive "novelty" automobiles. $300 VW Rabbits, Minivans, and my current "Buick." It's my (cheap) way of trying to stand out in a highway full of sameness. Highways. I'd rather be on an ocean than a highway, choosing my direction instead of being directed. But that's another spiel altogether. This "Buick" (I gruffly refer to it that was, as "Buick" by itself sounds so vulgar yet so apt) is a dirty sonuvagun. Not very pretty either. It's the kind of car that wants to be Clint Eastwood, but hasn't a prayer in even coming close. While some newer car models these days are paying tribute to the old-timey classics by incorporating some of their styles with a modern flair, like the PT Cruiser and what-have-you, this "Buick" is like a tribute to cardboard boxes. Notably in its um...squarity, but it bears a resemblance in color too. Yes, I drive a cardboard box. I have even scribed "This end up" in the muck on my car. I've actually left all kinds of 'temporary tatoos' on it, a sort of crude graffiti that gives the "Buick" a false sense of toughness. Again with the comic relief. Somebody's gotta do it, even if it's not much of a relief. My car: the clown. But it does its job well, in the most practical sense of a car's requirements. Championed many a mountain through some wicked blizzards in its time. I sometimes encourage it with a few "You can do it's" and patting the dashboard as if I was stroking its mane or scratching behind its ears. It responds well to this, I've noticed. My Jeep & 70's Trans-Am dreams (among others) can remain in stead for now. Biding, biding my time. Like I always do. Wait, I don't always do that. Only sometimes. Truth doesn't have to come in a single sentence anyway, right? Can't really trust words either. Ahem...
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[size=1]The breakfast glow of juice surrounds[/size]
[size=1]A morning hill sheds black for brown[/size]
[size=1]While amber stains the morning town[/size]
[size=1]The morning sky, so pure, so blue[/size]
[size=1]Untainted like the morning dew[/size]
[size=1]A color I would swim in too[/size]
[size=1]As long as clouds sleep in till two[/size]
[size=1]The morning shade, so softly sweet[/size]
[size=1]Its cooling charm polite to greet[/size]
[size=1]A grassy quilt lends cushy seat[/size]
[size=1]'Neath morning trees that block the heat[/size]
[size=1]The morning face, so rare a thing[/size]
[size=1]Breathes dreamy hymns cloaked in bedding[/size]
[size=1]It mutters, knows how annoying:[/size]
[size=1]'Why is morning in the morning?'[/size]
Ever felt like you were eating your sandwich upside down? No? Hmm. OK, how about this: Ever used leftover cereal milk for other purposes than to just gulp down post-cereal consumption? Honey Nut Cheerio milk goes well with green tea, for example. We all know the joys of Cocoa Krispie milk, or should know anyway. Waffle Crisp milk is darn good too. Heck, even Kix milk makes for a good beverage. Milk distilled in a pile of cereal goodness...man, cereal companies ought to market this stuff. And include teeny spongy pieces of cereal in it too, just for effect, but not so much as to choke a potential buyer. It should be consumed in small doses so you won't get sick. 6 ounce containers or something like that. Wait. Sell them in mini-bowls. After all, who doesn't drink their leftover cereal milk out of a bowl? Yeeeeaaah. "Cereal Milk." *starry eyes* Like a "dessert milk." And it could go with certain types of food and whatnot. Milk emulating wine...and why not? OK, so it can't age like wine. Coagulation of anything has never been very appetizing. Though I would persoally prefer eating the cereal and drinking the milk as my "dessert." A bowl of cereal with icy cold milk is oddly refreshing too. Anyways, I'll have to look more into this "Cereal Milk's" marketability. Minions, you can research too. Experiment. By command of Neumthor.
I have entirely too much fun with pickle jars. And pickles. I love pickles, so I might as well love the mothership too, right? Or at least find amusement in it. Yeah, I can go with that logic. I don't know if you've noticed, but opening up a pickle jar for the first time sounds like a hiccupping baby, as the popping lid dooms the contents to be in an everlasting state of diminishing freshness. That's one evil hiccup. It's like a ticking time bomb, counting slowly down towards that bobforsaken moment when the pickles officially go from edible to completely and utterly rotten. How dramatic! I must take it upon myself to save the world from this disturbing conspiracy of preservatives and natural deterioration and eat! Eat! I can eat to save the world, dammit! I was born to do it! But, like the opening of the jar, I usually turn the vastly complex process of removing a pickle from the jar and applying to my sandwich into a recreational activity of sorts. Have you ever tried to make your pickle dance? No no, you don't need to shoot cucumber seeds at their feet (boo). Your hands must instruct them. They must be Patrick Swayze to the pickle's Jennifer Gray. Works best with the sandwich stacker variety, as they are much more dexterous and nimble. Fish out a flathead pickle and literally let your fingers do the walking. They're pretty good with the conga, but with the proper mood and a charged countertop atmosphere, a pickled tango might be the way to go. A-brrrump-ah da da...a-dadada...d-d-da...d-d-dadaa...d-d-da! Your lips will quiver with excitement as your muscular thumb drapes the helpless pickle over the pointer finger in the classic [i]parada[/i] maneuver, waiting to make its passionate plunge. You wait...holding the fingerprinted gaze...a dribble of pickle juice runs down your finger...holding...hoooolding...
*chomp!*
Maybe I'll try the chicken dance next time.
I think I'm going to frame my latest checklist. I've never seen so many checkmarks that actually count.
So I've been known to drive "novelty" automobiles. $300 VW Rabbits, Minivans, and my current "Buick." It's my (cheap) way of trying to stand out in a highway full of sameness. Highways. I'd rather be on an ocean than a highway, choosing my direction instead of being directed. But that's another spiel altogether. This "Buick" (I gruffly refer to it that was, as "Buick" by itself sounds so vulgar yet so apt) is a dirty sonuvagun. Not very pretty either. It's the kind of car that wants to be Clint Eastwood, but hasn't a prayer in even coming close. While some newer car models these days are paying tribute to the old-timey classics by incorporating some of their styles with a modern flair, like the PT Cruiser and what-have-you, this "Buick" is like a tribute to cardboard boxes. Notably in its um...squarity, but it bears a resemblance in color too. Yes, I drive a cardboard box. I have even scribed "This end up" in the muck on my car. I've actually left all kinds of 'temporary tatoos' on it, a sort of crude graffiti that gives the "Buick" a false sense of toughness. Again with the comic relief. Somebody's gotta do it, even if it's not much of a relief. My car: the clown. But it does its job well, in the most practical sense of a car's requirements. Championed many a mountain through some wicked blizzards in its time. I sometimes encourage it with a few "You can do it's" and patting the dashboard as if I was stroking its mane or scratching behind its ears. It responds well to this, I've noticed. My Jeep & 70's Trans-Am dreams (among others) can remain in stead for now. Biding, biding my time. Like I always do. Wait, I don't always do that. Only sometimes. Truth doesn't have to come in a single sentence anyway, right? Can't really trust words either. Ahem...
[size=1]The morning sun, so grapefruit round[/size]
[size=1]The breakfast glow of juice surrounds[/size]
[size=1]A morning hill sheds black for brown[/size]
[size=1]While amber stains the morning town[/size]
[size=1]The morning sky, so pure, so blue[/size]
[size=1]Untainted like the morning dew[/size]
[size=1]A color I would swim in too[/size]
[size=1]As long as clouds sleep in till two[/size]
[size=1]The morning shade, so softly sweet[/size]
[size=1]Its cooling charm polite to greet[/size]
[size=1]A grassy quilt lends cushy seat[/size]
[size=1]'Neath morning trees that block the heat[/size]
[size=1]The morning face, so rare a thing[/size]
[size=1]Breathes dreamy hymns cloaked in bedding[/size]
[size=1]It mutters, knows how annoying:[/size]
[size=1]'Why is morning in the morning?'[/size]
Ever felt like you were eating your sandwich upside down? No? Hmm. OK, how about this: Ever used leftover cereal milk for other purposes than to just gulp down post-cereal consumption? Honey Nut Cheerio milk goes well with green tea, for example. We all know the joys of Cocoa Krispie milk, or should know anyway. Waffle Crisp milk is darn good too. Heck, even Kix milk makes for a good beverage. Milk distilled in a pile of cereal goodness...man, cereal companies ought to market this stuff. And include teeny spongy pieces of cereal in it too, just for effect, but not so much as to choke a potential buyer. It should be consumed in small doses so you won't get sick. 6 ounce containers or something like that. Wait. Sell them in mini-bowls. After all, who doesn't drink their leftover cereal milk out of a bowl? Yeeeeaaah. "Cereal Milk." *starry eyes* Like a "dessert milk." And it could go with certain types of food and whatnot. Milk emulating wine...and why not? OK, so it can't age like wine. Coagulation of anything has never been very appetizing. Though I would persoally prefer eating the cereal and drinking the milk as my "dessert." A bowl of cereal with icy cold milk is oddly refreshing too. Anyways, I'll have to look more into this "Cereal Milk's" marketability. Minions, you can research too. Experiment. By command of Neumthor.
I have entirely too much fun with pickle jars. And pickles. I love pickles, so I might as well love the mothership too, right? Or at least find amusement in it. Yeah, I can go with that logic. I don't know if you've noticed, but opening up a pickle jar for the first time sounds like a hiccupping baby, as the popping lid dooms the contents to be in an everlasting state of diminishing freshness. That's one evil hiccup. It's like a ticking time bomb, counting slowly down towards that bobforsaken moment when the pickles officially go from edible to completely and utterly rotten. How dramatic! I must take it upon myself to save the world from this disturbing conspiracy of preservatives and natural deterioration and eat! Eat! I can eat to save the world, dammit! I was born to do it! But, like the opening of the jar, I usually turn the vastly complex process of removing a pickle from the jar and applying to my sandwich into a recreational activity of sorts. Have you ever tried to make your pickle dance? No no, you don't need to shoot cucumber seeds at their feet (boo). Your hands must instruct them. They must be Patrick Swayze to the pickle's Jennifer Gray. Works best with the sandwich stacker variety, as they are much more dexterous and nimble. Fish out a flathead pickle and literally let your fingers do the walking. They're pretty good with the conga, but with the proper mood and a charged countertop atmosphere, a pickled tango might be the way to go. A-brrrump-ah da da...a-dadada...d-d-da...d-d-dadaa...d-d-da! Your lips will quiver with excitement as your muscular thumb drapes the helpless pickle over the pointer finger in the classic [i]parada[/i] maneuver, waiting to make its passionate plunge. You wait...holding the fingerprinted gaze...a dribble of pickle juice runs down your finger...holding...hoooolding...
*chomp!*
Maybe I'll try the chicken dance next time.
staindslaved
Super Reviewer
March 7, 2012
The first of Basil Rathbone's numerous portrayals of the famed detective Sherlock Holmes based on arguably the most well known of the original novels. The film series created many of the iconic elements that have followed the character to this day (the look, the hat, the pipe and the infamous "Elementary my dear Watson"). While Hound of Baskervilles is incredibly popular it was not a great introductory film to the character as he spends a great part of the first act off-screen. Despite this the film is a great old school mystery thriller with the best version of Sherlock Holmes to ever grace the big screen. Whether it's a classic or not it is a great film and a great viewing.
Shrewlord
Super Reviewer
January 31, 2011
Whilst this iconic film of the Arthur Conan Doyle classic story takes many liberties with the plot, it remains the outstanding screen rendition. All of the cast are truly excellent in what would have been a great ensemble piece but for Basil Rathbone's benchmark performance which sets the standard for all future Sherlock Holmes actors. The Eerie and atmospheric "Moor" with its treacherous Grimpen Mire are also stars of the show, again showing the way for subsequent versions, and the black and white cinamatography adds significantly to the sureal feeling of it all as mist, moor and mire all coalasce into a single ghostly apparition. Despite my familiarity with the tale and this movie in particular, I never get bored of seeing it.
kylemydude
Super Reviewer
February 13, 2010
A classic.
DrLappos
Super Reviewer
October 11, 2007
I have always been a Holmes fan...well I say Holmes I mean more Watson but the films have always been great.
tgor1
October 13, 2011
Basil Rathbone was the definitive Sherlock Holmes of the screen, and this greatest story shows us why.
Hamee
January 28, 2010
This is my absolute favorite of the Sherlock Holmes movies. I think it is because poor, fumbling Watson gets sent out to start the case by himself and in his usual endearing way is able to stumble across things that he doesn't think have any relevance. Then Holmes shows up in disguise and tricks him and his keen deductive skills. Blood-thirsty hounds are always nice to throw in the story too.
Ida K
Super Reviewer
August 19, 2007
I haven't seen this since I was a little kid (in the late 60's). It was groundbreaking back in the day but would probably be considered mediocre by today's standards
gumnerf
April 21, 2007
I love Sherlok Holmes even though this (what became) classic characterization grates ob me. That's basically, why it only gets 3 stars.
robertbuehner
February 7, 2007
The first round of Rathbone as Holmes is not to be missed by fans and by film enthusiasts a like. The treatment of the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story of the mad dog that helped his master get what he wanted is very faithful in every sense. The relationship of Holmes and Watson is started here with great care and consideration. The duo really look as if they have been friends all their lives and on the big screen the teasing nature that Holmes has with his best friend is so heart warming and rich in depth.
The Phantom Creep
October 30, 2012
Despite a few changes with the Arthur Conan Doyle story, this is still a highly engaging film. It has a great atmosphere and a stellar cast.
Mark w.
January 13, 2013
Version with the sister as wife.
July 24, 2012
Probably one of the finest black-and-white movies about the adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. The story is truly suspenseful, the tone is sombre and death lies around every corner in this mystical tale about the titular hound as deadly as a beast. Basil Rathbone shines as Holmes and Nigel Bruce's portrayal is a humorous and gullible addition to this character.
staindslaved
Super Reviewer
March 7, 2012
The first of Basil Rathbone's numerous portrayals of the famed detective Sherlock Holmes based on arguably the most well known of the original novels. The film series created many of the iconic elements that have followed the character to this day (the look, the hat, the pipe and the infamous "Elementary my dear Watson"). While Hound of Baskervilles is incredibly popular it was not a great introductory film to the character as he spends a great part of the first act off-screen. Despite this the film is a great old school mystery thriller with the best version of Sherlock Holmes to ever grace the big screen. Whether it's a classic or not it is a great film and a great viewing.
