Classic Sherlock Holmes movie that is back on track with an intriguing mystery about a "glowing killer" and some good disguises for our master sleuth. Dr. Watson falling down a stair and a ditch plus another patriotic speech where Holmes recites Winston Churchill ruin some of the movie.
No matter how lacking these films themselves are, Rathbone is always a pleasure. The more I see him, the more convinced I am that he's the epitome of Sherlock. Rathbone is everything that I imagined Holmes to be from the way he speaks to the way he acts. The Scarlet Claw, however, doesn't get bogged down by Rathbone's portrayal. It's atmospheric and surpisingly charming in parts (Watson is funnier when he's drunk).