Admittedly, Crichton's direction is occasionally fluid, but his contribution to the screenplay itself is nowhere in evidence. It comes across as a muddled, triangular romantic melodrama in which uninteresting players such as Natasha Parry, Donald Houston and most particularly Bonar Colleano hog the camera, while people like the super-lovely Diana Dors are wasted in some feeble supporting role.
Fortunately, Douglas Slocombe's photography is effective, but the film's best feature is Seth Holt's masterful film editing which almost single-handedly manages to whip up a bit of audience interest in the proceedings.
True, there are also some nice musical interludes by Geraldo and his Orchestra, plus Ted Heath and his Music.
And I really enjoyed Hy Hazell's song, "You're Only Dreaming" (music by Ernest Irving and Joyce Cochrane, lyrics by Christopher Hassall).
Fortunately, Douglas Slocombe's photography is effective, but the film's best feature is Seth Holt's masterful film editing which almost single-handedly manages to whip up a bit of audience interest in the proceedings.
True, there are also some nice musical interludes by Geraldo and his Orchestra, plus Ted Heath and his Music.
And I really enjoyed Hy Hazell's song, "You're Only Dreaming" (music by Ernest Irving and Joyce Cochrane, lyrics by Christopher Hassall).