I've got a strong suspicion that drugs were used in the making of this. I guess not surprising considering. It's 7 minutes long with some guy talking about Jimi Hendrix's life with "actors" doing stuff.

John Barrymore is the inspector who wants to get rid of Sgt. Hugh Drummond (John Howard). Drummond is in Geneva to get married, but a wedding gift of a synthetic diamond is stolen and someone is killed. It seems two people are working on a formula to create diamonds, and the head of the diamond syndicate doesn't want any new diamonds around. I have only seen one other Drummond flick, so I guess I don't get a lot of the recurring tropes. His boss hates him for some reason, his butler always has tools on his person, and his sidekick is goofy.

How can a movie I've watched for 30 years, every year, multiple times some years, how can a movie like that still cause me to tear up at the end? I know what happens, I've seen it before. That, my friends, is quality film making.

What a waste of a great idea. If you decide to watch this, you can skip the first half-hour as all that happens is he's a photographer and something of a jerk. Finally, half-hour in he takes the photos that play in the plot. Then a bunch of nothing happens, then finally he develops the film and it's a great scene as he figures out just what he took pictures of. At 1 hour 34 minutes, we get to see The Yardbirds with Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck. 1/2 star for the "blow-up" scene, and one star for The Yardbirds.