Script, direction, players: impossible to improve upon. Reminiscent of Swift or Pope: "God and Nature bade self-love and social be the same." Cornfields and ballet, in other words. Immortal and unforgettable lines, as is the delicate question put by the spindle-polisher: "Is them your own teeth ?" The vivid terms trip off the tongue. Garadene swine. Jeropardizing wilfully. Absolute shower (filthy beast). Not properly developed ? Quite a job. Commercial intercourse. Demarcation. Do you think you're Diana Dors ? One of those horrid unions, like the Soviet Union. Revelant. No point in working for nothing. 'Ere, shut the bleeding door ! Export or die: missiles for peace in the Middle East. We have the bird by the bush in the hand. Dismissal for incompetence is totally unacceptable victimization. Up at Balliol summer school you get very good toast and marmalade.
Every scene a work of dramatic art. Wonderful cameo of the benefits of Frisko. Especially great is the deft handling by Terry-Thomas, that dynamic bundle, of the Works Committee. Handl and Rutherford in perfect harmonious understanding. In the end you just feel sorry for poor old Fred Kite. He'll never have a better part to play. A masterpiece: the British converse of "On the Waterfront".
Every scene a work of dramatic art. Wonderful cameo of the benefits of Frisko. Especially great is the deft handling by Terry-Thomas, that dynamic bundle, of the Works Committee. Handl and Rutherford in perfect harmonious understanding. In the end you just feel sorry for poor old Fred Kite. He'll never have a better part to play. A masterpiece: the British converse of "On the Waterfront".