Don't Take It To Heart! is a most enjoyable outing. Greene is pleasant enough as the hero, Patricia Medina (using her charming natural voice instead of that mid-Atlantic accent she adopted for her Hollywood films) makes a spirited heroine. But the real joys of the film lie in that wonderful gallery of British eccentrics that participate in the main plot and help prop up the secondary romance. Some of my favorites are Claude Dampier as an obliging cretin, Edward Rigby as a gladly ill-used servant who has the film's keynote speech and trips a shuffling fantastic through endless halls to answer the telephone, Moore Marriott who is more subdued than his usual totally irascible but gladly plays up to the not overbright Loopy, Alfred Drayton as the rights-conscious Pike, Ronald Squire as a typically imbecilic figure of the landed gentry who mistakes "Auld Lang Syne" for the national anthem, Harry Fowler who is so young here but just as cheeky, and of course Brefni O'Rorke who can dance such a treat when the credits are down.
Expectedly, Dell's direction is as imaginative as his script is sprightly. In the opening scenes it seems as if the camera is almost constantly on the move. The special effects are likewise faultless. And the sets, doubtless made over from a real castle, are as impressively vast as picturesque. Eric Cross, later to work with Dell on The Dark Man, provides his usual superlative camerawork.
Expectedly, Dell's direction is as imaginative as his script is sprightly. In the opening scenes it seems as if the camera is almost constantly on the move. The special effects are likewise faultless. And the sets, doubtless made over from a real castle, are as impressively vast as picturesque. Eric Cross, later to work with Dell on The Dark Man, provides his usual superlative camerawork.