Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

recommended

one of my absolute favorites!

This movie was so-so. It had it's moments, but wasn't the greatest.

Copyright 20 November 1933 by Warner Bros Pictures, Inc. New York opening at the Strand: 16 November 1933. U.S. release: 2 December 1933. U.K. release: 12 May 1934. Australian release: 14 March 1934. 7 reels. 63 minutes. SYNOPSIS: Playboy gun collector is found murdered in his New York apartment — shot through the eye with a dueling pistol.NOTES: This film bears no relationship at all to Warner Bros 1929 movie of the same title.VIEWER'S GUIDE: Adults.COMMENT: A engrossing police procedural mystery thriller, well produced in all departments, and featuring as nice a range of suspects as any aficionado of the genre could wish. Led by the wonderful Dorothy Burgess (who, alas, has only the one scene — but with what brilliance she plays it), and Robert Barrat (in his sinister element — and what a perfect accent), our potential heavies include such skilled operators as the lovely Margaret Lindsay (who looks absolutely smashing in her Orry-Kelly evening gown), the oddly-named Theodore Newton (a Donald Woods look-a-like, but twice as personable), the ever-reliable Murray Kinnell (a gentleman's gentleman except for the fact that the killer didn't qualify), and Hobart Cavanaugh (in one of his best of many such little-guy performances) as a hard-pressed, too helpful safe- cracker.The police line-up are no slouches in unforgettable characterizations either. Brent is okay, a little flat, your typical 'tec; Palette makes with the heavy accusations, but he's no dumb- bell; O'Neill seems competent, if unimaginative; best of all, is Edward Ellis, rubbing his hands with glee at every turn of the laboratory screws.On the sidelines we discover fast-talking Ken Murray as a lazy reporter, Frank Darien as a fussed executor and Hugh Herbert as a too pushy bail bondsman. (Whilst it seems at first that Hugh is enacting his usual comic relief idiot, this proves far from the case as the story progresses. In fact, Hugh has a startling dramatic scene which he plays most effectively).I found all the introductory procedural touches absolutely fascinating, though I must admit some people at our Film Index video-showing, thought them all superfluous and kept wondering out loud when the story itself was going to start. I thought the writers and Dieterle handled these sequences most creditably by giving them a lot of humanity and humor rather than opting for a dry, documentary approach. I also much admired Dieterle's inspired use — no doubt he followed the writers' instructions — of a first-person camera during the various flashbacks.

When a Broadway playboy is found dead, it's first thought to be a suicide, then a murder. Police Lt. Jim Stevens (George Brent) is on the case. Lou Winton (Margaret Lindsay), a Broadway performer with whom he's in love, is one suspect, but he's sure she didn't do it. It's obvious from her first questioning that she's protecting someone. It turns out to be her brother. Then there's a coke addict, Dolly White (Dorothy Burgess). And what about Anderzian (Robert Barrat)?This mystery moves right along, and is more interesting than many of these films due to the use of actual police techniques from those days - examining a bullet, getting fingerprints, and my favorite, the use of IBM punch cards and a sorting machine to search a database. This may be the first display of that technology in film. Not only interesting, but fun to see, and also to note that those techniques in one form or another continue to be used.George Brent is handsomer, I think, without his mustache, and does a good job here as an intelligent inspector.Hugh Herbert is on hand as a bail bondsman, and Frank McHugh is on very quickly at the beginning. This is an old one!See if it is on TCM - you'll enjoy it.

In the 1930s, detective and crime stories were a dime a dozen. Very few of them were about realism but about entertaining the audiences. Because of this, there were a lot of clichés you could expect in a film about murder....such as the cops being idiots, the bad guy confessing to everything at the end of the film even though the good guys could not prove they did it and police procedures were practically non-existent...they just kept arresting the wrong people until they got the right one!! The films don't age well because of all this and there is a serious sameness to them. Fortunately, among these many cliché-ridden stories is one like "From Headquarters"!The film begins with a murder. Non-stupid detectives begin investigating and you follow the case from start to finish. You see them taking fingerprints, searching files and early computer systems and questioning various witnesses. While the guy played by Eugene Palette is a bit like the dopey detectives (in fact, this same actor played dopey detectives in several films), he's not over the top and is competent. His boss (George Brent) is quite competent and clever...like you'd hope a detective would be. The bottom line is that this film is extremely well written, has much better than usual acting and has aged very well. The actors seem more realistic and less like archetypes in this one. Plus, it is fascinating seeing how thing have and haven't changed over the last 80 or so years. Well worth seeing.

After a couple of years of exciting, stylized gangster action usually depicting the mobsters as colourful, quirky individuals - enough so that a poll taken in the early 1930s showed that gangsters were high on the list of who the man in the street wished he was, J. Edgar Hoover got involved. He was alarmed that his F.B.I. department was not looked on with the proper respect and went about changing the way the public viewed officers of the law. By 1932,33, it was all about law and order with gangsters playing a very supporting role: new characters made their mark - reporters, gossip columnists and lawyers!!"From Headquarters" was exactly that, with an emphasis on police procedure and forensics and fortunately Warners was able to make it a showcase for their bevy of character actors - Henry O'Neil is the stolid Inspector Donnelly, Hugh Herbert is the used car salesman for the bail bond business, Murray Kinnell is Horton the enigmatic butler, Eugene Palette in another of his gallery of irascible detectives, Ken Murray a fast talking reporter and henpecked Hobart Cavanaugh, playing against type, as Mugs Manson, a crime boss who knows something vital about the crime but is not listened to. He is a "person of interest" in the murder of Broadway playboy Gordon Bates (who else but Kenneth Thomson). George Brent (at his very dullest) is Lieut. Jim Stevens called in to investigate and shocked to learn that his old flame, showgirl Lou Winton (lovely Margaret Lindsay)is the girl in the picture, supposedly engaged to Bates although she strenuously denies it. Forget Brent and Lindsay, Edward Ellis is terrific as the forensic officer with a mad gleam in his eye who is just itching to get his hands on a good old fashioned murder!!Just to relieve the procedural tedium and to show you that it is really a pre-coder, Bates is discovered to be a drug addict and Dorothy Burgess has a "way out" scene as Dolly White, an agitated hop head (whose performance of crazy laughter is worthy of "Reefer Madness") - she also saw Bates at his apartment and clocked him on the head with a statue. This fellow was knocked on the head by so many people, did he really need to be shot as well?? Robert Barrett was just a fantastic character actor, equally at ease playing detectives, butlers and in this case Mr. Anderzian, a shifty foreign importer who is involved in the most exciting scene in the movie. Also interesting how the police obtain his fingerprints - he thinks he is pretty nifty but he doesn't reckon on an ungloved hand on a polished wooden desk!!