O.K., so there is gold, but this film lacks in the charms of the golden age of movies, even B films. This is one of four Grand National films dealing with the characters played by Conrad Nagel and Eleanor Hunt, federal agents out to expose members of a racket smuggling gold in from Mexico to the Unites States where it is apparently worth a lot more. One gold examiner can tell where its from, and I wondered just how you tell the difference between gold from the mines of the good old U.S.A. or south of the border. "Because it wears a little sombrero, Rose" was the only thing I could think of, quoting Bea Arthur on "Golden Girls" when she was questioned why a fly was identified as Spanish. Actually, there's a lot of humor in this merely just average racket film where the agents utilize a cabaret as a place of stake out and later this end up in a small mining town where they get homespun wisdom from a toothless old coot and close in on the crooks. From what I recall having seen the other three films, they are a mixed bag, not bad or great, but certainly no mental challenge either.
Review of The Gold Racket
