One of the other reviewers has used "English" as an insult, and sometimes my ancestors' fighting blood begins to boil. However, perhaps I can see what they mean. Joyce Grenfell was genuinely aristocratic, and here her title transcends gumboots and headscarf as she passionately broods over. Her rare sand martins. Elizabeth Sellars is a polite villain, wearing one of those frumpy 50s suits. You feel sure she puts on a hat to go shopping. But then she's revealed as a woman of action as she dons scuba gear to... we find out later. Her co-conspirators include Greta Gynt who appears too briefly, but using her own lovely voice. (How dare anybody dub her?) Thedore Bikel does French chansons better than many Frenchmen and accompanies his speeches with appropriate guitar chords. Terence Morgan drinks too much - perhaps he's afraid of the dangerous part he is going to play.
There is a surreal moment when Morgan climbs out of the Thames, strips off his frogman outfit to reveal a jersey and slacks - and shoes! - and then calmly gets on a BUS with the contraband, which he leaves in the left luggage at Victoria station.
Terribly English? Not enough gunfire, perhaps. And everyone is fraffly well-spoken (apart from Greta). I wish we'd seen more of the fashion show - and the casino.
There is a surreal moment when Morgan climbs out of the Thames, strips off his frogman outfit to reveal a jersey and slacks - and shoes! - and then calmly gets on a BUS with the contraband, which he leaves in the left luggage at Victoria station.
Terribly English? Not enough gunfire, perhaps. And everyone is fraffly well-spoken (apart from Greta). I wish we'd seen more of the fashion show - and the casino.