The concept is good-a tenor singing in an opera production at the Hollywood Bowl is told by a fortune teller not to sing his aria the next day or he will die. Of course that is exactly what happens, and there is a long list of suspects: two mistresses, a Russian tenor who wanted the role, a maniacal composer whose composition the tenor wouldn't sing, the aggravated production director, and others. The police are called in to figure out how the tenor died and if it were foul play.
A young policeman, his chemist girlfriend, and the clownish police chief all try to solve the mystery, if they can stop fighting one another. The movie has its laughs, but with an unfortunate-and least credible-resolution. But it was only meant to be a B movie, as other reviewers pointed out, so we shouldn't expect much.
A young policeman, his chemist girlfriend, and the clownish police chief all try to solve the mystery, if they can stop fighting one another. The movie has its laughs, but with an unfortunate-and least credible-resolution. But it was only meant to be a B movie, as other reviewers pointed out, so we shouldn't expect much.