This was the film that made Jack (and wife Cicely) famous, studio boss Michael Balcon although initially convinced it would be a flop gave him a three year star contract on its success. Later Jack light-heartedly blamed Fred Astaire for his eclipse but ultimately of course his range was shown to be very limited, what kept the pair of them near the top was their sheer vivacity - gaiety if you like - and love of performing in front of the public.
The script would have us believe police commissioner's son surreptitiously joins the force as lowly constable to carve out a career in crime-busting to make his dad proud. Along the way he falls in love with a dubious character's girlfriend, and strikes up a friendship with a frenzied female café owning fellow crime buster. The bizarre room search is a gem and the bits at Madame Tussard's memorable but the hit scene at the time was the chaos caused by the ladder across the (Gainsborough-built) road and the lugubrious gentleman offering advice to Jack on point duty. When the filming was complete HMV records pestered Jack to record The Flies Crawled Up The Window (at the beginning of the film) but as he was off to Monte Carlo with Cicely he demurred. They persevered and surprised him on the beach there - he eventually recorded it for them in his hotel in his swimming trunks.
Overall for devotees like me, a dated but extremely enjoyable piece of once-popular nonsense. Sadly also ideal for clever people studying how poor simple British working class minds worked in such primitive barbarous times. On the other hand if you don't like old (non-geologically speaking) non-heavy films such as this but sat through the 70 minutes anyway you probably have too much time on your hands.
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