
But I digress. This is the only Charlie Chan movie I can remember actually watching - I figured I owed it to my man Mantan Moreland to see one of his storied performances as "Birmingham", the long-suffering valet and sidekick to the legendary sleuth, who is played of course by a white man in yellowface.
Chan is Roland Winters this time - the O.G. (I think) Chan was Warner Oland, a British-German guy who died midway through the franchise. Oland was a decent actor (in other, ethnically appropriate roles) - Winters is pretty lame. On the upside, Chan's Number One and Number Two Sons are played by actual Asians Keye Luke (from GREMLINS!) and Victor Sen Yung, who do a good job - and speak perfect English w/o an accent - but really must've felt amply compensated to put up w/ Winters' yellowface and ridiculous pigeon "Ingrish"...
From a historical/critical/sociological perspective, the entire movie comes off as hyper-racist (fake minority putting real minorities in their place in the service of the majority) but even in 1948 it's hard to see how anyone could watch this movie and not walk away thinking Charlie Chan was an enormous insufferable @$$#0l3.