Absolute dross, totalling wasting the talents of Michael Gough, Dennis Price, Shirley Eaton and Donald Pleasance. Kenneth Connor as always overacts and overdrools(over Shirley Eaton)in his usual brow - furrowing scenery-chewing excuse for comedic acting. Sid, aware that the script contains no real humour, laughs at his own "jokes" in the hope that the audience will be conned into joining him; a ploy he was to use the rest of his life. How anyone ever found this mess even mildly amusing beggars belief. Surely the production team should have jacked it in after viewing the initial rushes and spent their money more wisely on Rolls Razor shares or bought up unexpurgated copies of Lady Chatterley's Lover to cash in the recent court ruling. Incredible to think that this tosh was contemporary with Beyond The Fringe and several years after The Goon Show.
Review of No Place Like Homicide!
