The vagaries of film history are once again demonstrated by the obscurity in which this little classic languishes.
The last film made as a team by Flanagan & Allen before ill health forced the latter's retirement (not that you'd know it to look at him, since Chesney Allen looks as strong as a horse and went on to long outlive every other member of The Crazy Gang). It's directed with enormous vigour & pace by John Baxter, and is obviously following in the footsteps of the patter, wisecracks and breaches of the fourth wall in 'Hellzapoppin' and the 'Road' comedies (with even a spot of backslang thrown in for good measure) which it deserves to be as fondly remembered as. But isn't.
The last film made as a team by Flanagan & Allen before ill health forced the latter's retirement (not that you'd know it to look at him, since Chesney Allen looks as strong as a horse and went on to long outlive every other member of The Crazy Gang). It's directed with enormous vigour & pace by John Baxter, and is obviously following in the footsteps of the patter, wisecracks and breaches of the fourth wall in 'Hellzapoppin' and the 'Road' comedies (with even a spot of backslang thrown in for good measure) which it deserves to be as fondly remembered as. But isn't.