Review of The Cure for Love

....Asherson who was utterly unlike any female relative or neighbour I had ever met in a town (Guildford) that in those days was aspiringly middle - class with R.P. and "neece" manners the goal of all of my mother's friends. My Grandmother sat next to me shaking her head at the Lancashire accents (Her husband was a Yorkshireman) and Miss Asherson's game attempts at cockney, ready to pounce on any glottal stops I might have caught. Mr Donat however was a particular favourite of hers,but neither of us knew or cared that "A cure for love" was his only attempt at directing. Not long before she died,in a reversal of roles I took her to see a revival of "The Inn of The Sixth Happiness" which,apart from Mr Donat she dismissed as "too long and too noisy";everyone's a critic,eh? But in 1950,this comfortable and entertaining comedy about how a good man rebels against the future others have set out for him and finds true happiness left a good feeling in my 9 year - old chest. Along with many another British film dismissed or forgotten by the experts who judge it with sixty years of hindsight,"A cure for love" is due a reassessment.