When Mr. Corner becomes Mr. Pickles, it's a real dilly of a silly movie. Leslie Henson is Corner/Puckles, going to the Lido and pretending to be nobility in order to win the hands of Heather Thatcher. This is a type of antique drawing-room farce that was probably a success on stage in the late 20's and early 30's but didn't transfer well to film. No George S. Kaufman or Noel Coward behind the script of this ridiculous piece of frivolity. The ensemble screams their lines which gives the impression that this is the type of film that would be spoofed in "Singin' in the Rain", and the camera moves at a snail's pace.
Early British talkie cinema had some films that seem to have advanced faster that America Cinema techically wise, but the camera seems to be just following the actors around the set. The script seems to focus on tongue-twisting dialogue which is amusing in small doses, and the actors recite their lines as if they are in the midst of elocution lessons. I would have loved to have spotted Merle Oberon in her bit part in this, but was too frustrated with the goings-on of the main cast, none of whom ever made an impression on the screen and thus faded Into obscurity.
Early British talkie cinema had some films that seem to have advanced faster that America Cinema techically wise, but the camera seems to be just following the actors around the set. The script seems to focus on tongue-twisting dialogue which is amusing in small doses, and the actors recite their lines as if they are in the midst of elocution lessons. I would have loved to have spotted Merle Oberon in her bit part in this, but was too frustrated with the goings-on of the main cast, none of whom ever made an impression on the screen and thus faded Into obscurity.
