Busman's Honeymoon (1940)

Director:

Arthur B. Woods

Writers:

Dorothy L. Sayers (play) and
Muriel St. Clare (play) ...

Release Date:

20 September 1940 (USA)

Genre:

Comedy | Drama | Mystery

Plot:

Lord Peter Wimsey is an amateur detective. He is to be married to Harriet Vane, who writes crime novels...

Plot Keywords:

Murder | Honeymoon | Amateur Detective | Police | England

Cast

Robert Montgomery	...	Lord Peter Wimsey
Constance Cummings	...	Harriet Vane
Leslie Banks	...	Inspector Kirk
Seymour Hicks	...	Bunter (as Sir Seymour Hicks)
Robert Newton	...	Frank Crutchley
Googie Withers	...	Polly
Frank Pettingell	...	Puffett
Joan Kemp-Welch	...	Aggie Twitterton
Aubrey Mallalieu	...	Rev. Simon Goodacre
James Carney	...	Constable Sellon
Roy Emerton	...	Noakes
Louise Hampton	...	Mrs. Ruddle
Eliot Makeham	...	Simpson
Reginald Purdell	...	MacBride

Also Known As:

Haunted Honeymoon (USA)

Runtime:

USA:83 min

Country:

UK

Language:

English

Color:

Black and White

Aspect Ratio:

1.37 : 1

Sound Mix:

Mono (Western Electric Mirrophonic Recording)

Certification:

Finland:K-16 | Sweden:15 | USA:Approved (PCA #6280)

Filming Locations:

Denham Studios, Denham, Buckinghamshire, England, UK

Company:

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer British Studios

Trivia:

Maureen O'Sullivan was to appear in the film and sailed on the Queen Mary for London, but she returned to the USA when the film was shelved because of the war.

Goofs:

Continuity: When Peter examines his new bracelet, it changes its appearance between shots.

Quotes:

Lord Peter Wimsey: What seems to be the trouble?
Insp. Andrew Kirk: We're reconstructing the crime.
Lord Peter Wimsey: From the noise we heard upstairs you're obviously going on the theory that Mr Noakes was killed by a herd of buffalo.
Mervyn Bunter: I'm afraid it's my fault, mylord... Inspector was Noakes and I was the assassin...
Lord Peter Wimsey: Apparently one of great brutality.

Movie Connections:

Version of Busman's Honeymoon (1947) (TV)

Plot an add-on

As the other comments make clear, this is not a bad film. One of MGM's British-made films, it has several good moments, and lots of good performances. Its problem is that it makes the ultimately wrong decision to play down the mystery elements in favour of the romantic comedy. It could have been a marvellous comedy thriller, but instead looks more like a pale imitation of the great romantic screwballs of the thirties, or the fag end of the cycle. Montgomery and Cummings' opening scene reminds one of William Powell and Myrna Loy opening Christmas presents in The Thin Man, or indeed Montgomery's own opening scene with Carole Lombard in Mr and Mrs Smith. The two beautiful, funny, talented people sail brilliantly and wittily through life, with their perfect marriage (explicitly announced to be so), not taking themselves too seriously, not afraid to take a pratfall now and then ... you know the drill. And, of course, we as viewers are supposed to assume that Robert Montgomery and Constance Cummings, by extension, are also such wonderful beings.

So the picture is actually an hour old before we get going with the murder. We have had the clues front-loaded, interspersed with the comedy and romance, whereas in the book Wimsey pieces together the clues from his interrogations. The solution of the mystery ends up as a total afterthought, Montgomery casually piecing together the fiendish plot, and the film sloppily omits to give us any actual proof that that was how the crime was done.

And, to coin a phrase, why oh why oh why did anyone think that suave New Yorker Montgomery could be Lord Peter Wimsey, whose archetypal English "silly ass" manner concealed a brilliant brain? Ian Carmichael was much nearer the mark in the 70s TV series. Montgomery is a very pleasing screen presence, but an English nobleman he is not.

As usual it is the character actors that steal the scenes. Leslie Banks, in my humble, could do very little wrong, and doesn't here. Joan Kemp-Welch is excellent in what could be the very tedious role of Aggie Twitterton. Robert Newton gives an early eye-rolling performance complete with dodgy West country accent. Frank Pettingell is on good form, especially in the chimney sweeping scene, where he divests himself of a seemingly infinite number of sweaters. Googie Withers is great as the sexy barmaid. Roy Emerton is always good value. But the real star of the show, as other comments have also pointed out, is the old actor-manager Seymour Hicks, showing the youngsters how it is done.

So, much to please, much too long, more thrills needed.