Rijndri Load of rubbish!!

WiseRatFlames An unexpected masterpiece

Yvonne Jodi Unshakable, witty and deeply felt, the film will be paying emotional dividends for a long, long time.

Candida It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

ksf-2 Usually the second banana, this time it's Stuart Erwin playing the lead, a salesman who accidently bumps up against the mob boss Moronie. He spends the whole first part of the film trying to tell a girl how he feels, but something always interrupts them. He vows to be more assertive, but clashes with the big boss before that can get straightened out. The usual goofy plot of mistaken identity. Bodies that appear and disappear. It's pretty silly. but entertaining if you just go along for the ride. Directed by Lewis Collins; Collins had started in silents, and moved into talkies. Died young .. a heart attack at 55. This is a Nivel Pictures/Max King Production... but I couldn't find anything on Nivel Pictures (Levin... backwards ?). Max King ony made seven films in the 1940s. not much on him either. Film showing on Moonlight Movies channel. It's pretty good. and some fun old scenery of Los Angeles.

MartinHafer "Killer Dill" is the one and only film made by a low-rent B-movie studio, Max M. King Productions. And considering they never released another film, you could probably assume that the public did NOT flock to theaters to see this film. While the movie isn't bad, I could understand this reaction. First, while I have never really understood the popularity of Stu Erwin in the 1930s, by the late 1940s, his popularity had long passed--making his anchoring of the film more of a deficit than a plus. Second, the basic story idea was done much better in earlier films, such as the wonderful "The Whole Town's Talking".The film finds Erwin playing an underwear salesman in the 1920s (though, as other reviewers have pointed out, the clothes and hair of everyone looks right from the 40s). He is a bit of a wimp and sees that ladies don't like this--the rage is tough gangster-types. So, on a lark, he decides to act tough and see what happens. Through some strange series of events, he not only is noticed by the ladies but the mob...and soon he's on trial for murder! It's all totally ridiculous (with a very dumb court scene), yet it's also mildly amusing and a decent time-passer. High art? Nah...but still a pleasant little story about mistaken identity.

dbborroughs Salesman who can't get a girl, plays it like a tough guy to win himself one. Unfortunately he also looks like a notorious gangster and finds himself in deep trouble.Set in 1931, the film is clearly the product of the 1940's, no real attempt was made to actually make the film look like when it was set (clothes and hairstyles are definitely post war). I don't think it would have made any difference as to when the film was set so I don't know why they bothered to make it 1931. The film itself is a mildly amusing comedy of the fill in the blanks kind. Once you realize that the harmless Dill is going to be confused as killer you can pretty much wind it up and follow its path without thinking. The big problem with the film is Dill's attorney friend played by Frank Albertson. Albertson's character is as big a jerk as they come. Constantly out of money he is forever borrowing cash. Worse he does whatever suits him best, even to the detriment of everyone around him. I don't think I've seen as big a heel or jerk in a film in many years.He's such a slime that its almost impossible to believe that anyone, even the downtrodden Dill, would put up with him (most amazingly he actually has a fiancé). Albertson is such a jerk that the film ceases to be a comedy (weak though it is) and simply become a Theater of Cruelty production. How much abuse can he hand out before he gets his comeuppance?? I didn't want to find out.Not horrible, but not really good either. This is 70 minutes best spent somewhere else.(Gargling is always good)

frankfob During the Prohibition era, mild-mannered underwear salesman Stu Erwin just happens to be an exact double for a notorious gangster, and winds up as the head of the local mob. Mistaken identity was a pretty hoary old plot device even for 1947, and director Lewis D. Collins does absolutely nothing new with it. Collins spent most of his career churning out cheap B westerns for the lower-rung studios and the even lower-rent independent states rights market, and it shows--the film has the raggedy, cheesy and rushed look of an ultra-cheap oater, and Collins shoots it like one: fast. There's no pacing, no build-up, no nothing, just a hurried succession of stale jokes, contrived situations and lackluster performances. Production values are almost nil--every time someone closes a door you expect to see the set come crashing down--and although it's supposed to take place during the Prohibition era of the 1920s, all the clothing and dialogue are strictly from the '40s, which makes you wonder why they bothered to set it during the 1920s in the first place. That's just one of the many downsides of this alleged "comedy". Do yourself a favor and don't bother to find out what the rest of them are. Skip this one.