Film

The Kennel Murder Case

Name: The Kennel Murder Case
Genre: Crime, Mystery
Released: 1933
Cast: William Powell, Mary Astor, Eugene Pallette, Ralph Morgan, Robert McWade

A 1933 locked-room mystery where dilettante detective Philo Vance investigates a collector's murder alongside his Scottish terrier. William Powell is charming and quicksilver, working through clues with detective-story logic that feels fresh despite its age. For anyone who loves puzzle-box mysteries and pre-Code Hollywood's wit.

TMDb rating

3.1

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