Less obviously acted than most mystery movies, "Murder in Trinidad" manages to baffle until nearly the end. To discover a ring of diamond, smugglers is the task of Detective Nigel Bruce. Munching peanuts, looking dumb, he succeeds, after his antagonists have been able to commit only two murders, in outwitting them. Intermittently, caught in the whirlpool of tropical action, Miss Heather Angel and a recent British import named Douglas Walton add standard Hollywood romance to the picture. A motorboat chase and an expedition through a quicksand swamp form the principal excitements of the film, but it is the acting of Mr. Bruce and his cohorts which raises "Murder in Trinidad" above other thrillers.
On the stage, spherical Mildred Bailey spoils the illusion created by her on the radio. And Roscoe Ates stutters his way through twenty minutes of aged jokes. Except for five expert Japanese acrobats, you can afford to skip the stage show and to arrive in time only for the murders.
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