How sad is this?

Clever, believable, and super fun to watch. It totally has replay value.

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

The acting is good, and the firecracker script has some excellent ideas.

Associate producer: Henry Blanke. Copyright 29 January 1935 by Warner Bros Pictures, Inc. New York opening at the Astor: 15 January 1935. Australian release: 8 May 1935. 7 reels. 73 minutes.SYNOPSIS: An American heiress is marked for murder at a lonely French hotel.COMMENT: Although the film starts far more promisingly than it finishes, "The White Cockatoo" is a fascinatingly atmospheric mystery, superbly enacted by a fine cast of players, including the lovely Jean Muir as the vulnerable heroine, dashing Ricardo Cortez as the helpful hero, shady Gordon Westcott as a mysterious "doctor", eccentric Ruth Donnelly as a matronly guest, and Minna Gombell as a conspiratorial inn-keeper. Most of the action takes place at night, enabling director Alan Crosland and photographer Tony Gaudio many dramatically atmospheric effects, all artistically framed, such as the shot of Jean Muir against the sea.OTHER VIEWS: A nicely complicated mystery, its atmosphere somewhat undermined by the casting of Walter Kingsford as a French inn- keeper, of all things. He mugs and over-acts atrociously. Fortunately, the rest of the players, including blonde charmer, Jean Muir, equally attractive Pauline Garon, suave John Eldredge and brusque Gordon Westcott make valiant efforts to save the picture from Kingsford's clutches. Thanks to Crosland's skillful direction and Gaudio's tingling photography, they succeed. - JHR writing as George Addison.

In the 1930s and 40s, Hollywood made approximately 400,038,823 films similar to "The White Cockatoo". Murder mystery/whodunnits were a dime a dozen back then and because of this, I wasn't too interested in watching this film though I did because I usually enjoy Richardo Cortez films. Fortunately, it's better than I expected.The film is set in a bizarro version of a French hotel. In other words, practically no one (other than the police who show up later) speaks with the least hint of a French accent! This isn't really a major problem...and it's common during this era of film making. Sue (Jean Muir) has come here from the States to meet her step-brother to settle their father's estate and they've never met each other. Jim (Cortez) is another American who just happens to be there and gets pulled into the murders...yes, murders. When the first body appears, the French police tell everyone that they must remain in the hotel until the case is solved. However, when more bodies start appearing you wonder who is going to buy the farm next and who is behind it all.Overall, despite being talky (very common to all these sort of films), this one is well acted, well made and has a genuinely interesting story. Well worth seeing and among the better whodunnits I have seen.

Wind whistles throughout this picture from start to finish, presumably to bring some much-needed atmosphere and an aura of mystery to a pedestrian WB second feature set in an empty seaside hotel on the French coast; see other reviewers for a plot summary. It gets off to a good start but falters halfway through and becomes a potboiler-style drama, relying shamelessly on contrivance before stumbling to a questionable conclusion."The White Cockatoo" features an attractive cast, though, and stars genial, good-natured Ricardo Cortez (he of the sunny disposition), and lovely Jean Muir. On hand also are Ruth Donnelly as a ditzy schoolteacher, as well as Addison Richards, Minna Gombell and Walter Kingsford. The cockatoo in question is hardly noticeable, which makes you wonder why it's used in the picture's title. The main takeaway is the lack of suspense and tension, which detracts greatly from the overall enjoyment of a picture designed to mystify and frighten.

The White Cockatoo is a well-paced and well-plotted old dark house mystery starring Ricardo Cortez (very good as usual) and pretty Jean Muir, an all-but-forgotten actress who bore a striking resemblance to Gloria Stuart. Set in a remote French hotel (on the Warner's back lot), and utilizing several authentically French actors in minor roles, the story involves an attempted kidnapping, a stolen inheritance, several impersonations and a couple of murders. Though typical of the second feature crime dramas of the era, it's a much-better-than-average version of that genre and makes for an enjoyable 73 minutes of intrigue, with hidden rooms, stolen papers, long-lost siblings and some genuine surprises. The main attraction here is the strong supporting cast of Warner's stalwarts: Addison Richards, Ruth Donnelly, Minna Gombell (more glamorous than usual), Walter Kingsford, John Eldredge and Gordon Westcott. Oh, and there's also a nice little performance by Poochie, the titular white cockatoo. They all manage to bring some dimension to the characters, a quality which--along with a well-constructed story and better pacing than the average film of this ilk--elevates the picture to what I would call a B+. Highly recommended for fans of the genre.