John Gregson plays the lead role as Dublin dustman, in this quaintly cockeyed comedy romance.
He's 'the darlin' of the ladies is Rooney-oh'. Young women and landladies alike find their passion undeterred by the reek of garbage. This movie is based upon a Catherine Cookson story. She tended to write about 'reality' rather than the idealised poppycock published by Mills & Boon. No-way would a manuscript in which the hero emptied dustbins for a living pass muster amongst their publishing lists.
That's about it, really. John Gregson gives his usual decent turn and there's an adequate B/C list support cast. It's 1958, it's filmed in B&W. Even in its time it must have had limited appeal on account of its setting. I recollect the theme music - which was a jaunty song about the hero being the 'darlin' of the ladies' - became a hit at the time, which obviously helped the movie. Nowadays it's very seldom seen, even if the print still exists.
Oh - and I don't suppose I'm spoiling anything if I mention that Rooney gets the (improbably pretty) girl in the end. Or more aptly; she gets him. One suspects she'll guide him to less malodorous employment.
He's 'the darlin' of the ladies is Rooney-oh'. Young women and landladies alike find their passion undeterred by the reek of garbage. This movie is based upon a Catherine Cookson story. She tended to write about 'reality' rather than the idealised poppycock published by Mills & Boon. No-way would a manuscript in which the hero emptied dustbins for a living pass muster amongst their publishing lists.
That's about it, really. John Gregson gives his usual decent turn and there's an adequate B/C list support cast. It's 1958, it's filmed in B&W. Even in its time it must have had limited appeal on account of its setting. I recollect the theme music - which was a jaunty song about the hero being the 'darlin' of the ladies' - became a hit at the time, which obviously helped the movie. Nowadays it's very seldom seen, even if the print still exists.
Oh - and I don't suppose I'm spoiling anything if I mention that Rooney gets the (improbably pretty) girl in the end. Or more aptly; she gets him. One suspects she'll guide him to less malodorous employment.