
Ignoring the misleading title (no-one ever calls Dr Steel Dr Death) the plot succeeds in staying just this side of plausibility (unlike some later entries in the series) and masks the killer's true identity for long enough to hold our interest. There's some obvious red herrings, most notably the repeated interjections of Inspector Gregg (J.Carroll Naish) who pops up in almost every scene to make ludicrous accusations which threaten to push the good doctor over the edge.
Naish plays the part as if he's Joseph Calleia but can't quite pull off the oily-suave smoothness or air of slightly exotic mystery he's reaching for. Part of the reason for this is his obvious lack of height. It's almost a cliche that many actors are actually considerably smaller than they appear on screen, but Naish looks tiny even with the help of the camera. Chaney is unlikely leading man material but that doesn't really matter when the actresses surrounding him (Morison, Ames) are so bad they couldn't convincingly exude love playing opposite Clark Gable in his prime.
CALLING DR DEATH was never designed to be high art. It's a 62 minute B-movie intended for the bottom half of a double bill and it suits its purpose very well. Switch brain to off-position, sit back and enjoy.
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