Treasure of Monte Cristo ★★½

Talented B director William Berke (THE MUGGER) made this Lippert film in San Francisco. It starts promisingly enough with ship’s mate Ed Dantes (the Amazing Colossal Glenn Langan) rescuing a beautiful blonde (Adele Jergens) from muggers and falling for her story of having escaped from a sanitarium, where she was sent forcibly by a guardian with eyes on her fortune. She receives her inheritance on her wedding day or her 25th birthday, whichever comes first, and convinces Dantes to take her to Reno and become her husband of convenience. The morning after their wedding, she sends Dantes out for a pack of cigarettes and is gone when he returns to the honeymoon suite. He follows a note on the mirror to a sanitarium, where the poor sap is framed for a murder.

It’s a heckuva fix all right, but what does it have to do with a treasure? It isn’t until very late in the film that the bad guys’ plan is revealed and the title starts to make sense: Dantes is a descendant of the Count of Monte Crisco and has a whopper of an inheritance due him. The mystery is a clever one, though you’ll have to swallow some far-out story contrivances. Dantes’ plan to “hide in plain sight” while a city full of cops searches for his notorious mug is hard to pull off. Langan is a serviceable hero, and the pencil-mustached Steve Brodie co-stars as his corrupt attorney. East Side Kid Bobby Jordan is here too, helping Langan pull off a daylight jailbreak. An entertaining B-mystery bolstered by location shooting and a loopy story.