Like Meeting at Midnight, this is a Charlie Chan mystery that’s marginally horrific, with its masked killer plot line (not to mention the Caucasian Asian speaking pidgin English and his bug-eyed, scaredy-cat black manservant). Somehow, I find Mantan’s being scared of a tangible killer here more acceptable than his superstitious fear of ghosts in Midnight. Plus, his lines are just funnier here. If you can numb yourself to the rampant stereotyping (turns out Mantan has a criminal record), you might have a good time.
