Woeful, dull mystery suspense film from the 1930's. Forgotten for sadly all the good reasons. Charles Laughton's character is being layed off from the bank, which depresses him and causes him, for whatever reason, to attempt to kill a relative (Ray Milland) through an alcoholic drink laced with poison (unsure what it could be and I don't think its cyanide). He doesn't drink the poison and Laughton gets mad and spills his own drink. Then it skips to the next scene. Viewers discover in the next couple minutes Laughton kills Milland's character and he goes nuts. In addition, viewers discover a huge plot hole because his death was unexpected and we don't how what he did to kill him, and by the end of it, we don't care. This film is useless and Laughton looks embarrassed. Too bad. I thought I could make a big deal of unpopular movie. Sadly, not here.