As the final film in the classic Basil Rathbone Sherlock Holmes series, Dressed To Kill doesn't do anything wrong, necessarily. It's a quality mystery, as per usual.
Unfortunately, seeing as it was the finale, one would hope that it would have felt like a finale, but this feels like just another mystery. Granted, I read that this wasn't originally intended to be the last, but ah well.
Now that my marathon is finished, I'm sad, actually. Rathbone and Bruce are now my favorite Holmes and Watson, respectively, and I'll miss seeing them solving crimes together.