This is one of those minor but skilfully constructed films from the 1930s which will presumably now disappear from public consciousness and are unlikely to be seen again. It's unlikely to turn up on TV or video, and unless someone puts on a George Sanders retrospective or seeks the film out at an archive somewhere (the British Film Institute has a copy), it will be gone. That would be such a pity, because the film is a gem. Seeing Tom Walls as director and star, and Ben Travers as the writer, would lead one to expect something along the witty but dated lines of the Aldwych farces. Far from it. After an extraordinary opening in a court where Walls offers us a paean to his own sex appeal, the film turns into sophisticated adult romantic comedy, a witty merry-go-round of marriage and divorce, with Sanders in his element. But the real star is Betty Stockfeld, of whom I know nothing, except that in this film she gives a delightful performance of intelligence, warmth and depth. A film to savour, if you ever get the chance.
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