This film should be seen if only for the priceless pairing of Michael Redgrave and wait-for-it Arthur Mullard. There should be a special award for the idiot who imagined that Mullard was fit to share even one scene with Redgrave, it's not unlike pairing Sinatra with Vince Hill. Gimme a break. Apart from that plus some very dated and therefore unrealistic dialogue what we have here is yet another brilliant performance from Michael Redgrave and a passable one from Tom Courteney in his first film role - though he had appeared on TV - a couple of years before his breakthrough role in Billy Liar. John Thaw and James Bolam are also on hand and both would go one to better things. Today it plays almost like a caricature of 'new' British cinema, thus taking its place alongside Saturday Night And Sunday Morning, A Taste Of Honey etc as once gritty films that now seem risible.
