Ironically prefaced by Talking Pictures with the warning the film "contains discriminatory language which some viewers may find offensive", the cartoons accompanying the credits are probably the only amusing thing about this damp squid. Although she enjoyed making it, it proved the only English-language film by that gallic enchantress Edwige Feullere (huge in France but still shamefully little-known this side of the Channel), since she understandably confined herself to sophisticated continental fare thereafter.
Both Feullere and Granger are actually well-cast as a glamorous film star and an abrasive misogynist, but Granger later recalled that "After my disastrous experience with that lovely French actress, Edwige Feullere, in 'Woman Hater', I knew comedy wasn't exactly my line". And I'm not going to argue with that!
Enlivened by familiar faces (including Ronald Squire unusually without his moustache), it looks good but - with the ominous name of Nicholas Phipps among the writers - sounds terrible, including a twee score that renders it even less amusing than it already is.
Both Feullere and Granger are actually well-cast as a glamorous film star and an abrasive misogynist, but Granger later recalled that "After my disastrous experience with that lovely French actress, Edwige Feullere, in 'Woman Hater', I knew comedy wasn't exactly my line". And I'm not going to argue with that!
Enlivened by familiar faces (including Ronald Squire unusually without his moustache), it looks good but - with the ominous name of Nicholas Phipps among the writers - sounds terrible, including a twee score that renders it even less amusing than it already is.