I usually find that British films of this vintage don't stand up too well - indeed in some cases they fell down even on release - but this is an exception. It's not too difficult too imagine how fresh it must have seemed back in the early fifties to palates jaded by war and austerity and the social history alone is worth the price of admission, for example John Gregson's barrister who has just over one hundred pounds in the bank yet lives in a delightful mews flat. William Rose's screenplay manages to wring sufficient changes on the rapidly changing fortunes in the race to the line to keep us interested and there's a nice contrast between the English Rose of Dinah Sheridan and the sophistication of Kay Kendall. Kenny More turns in his patented bounder with charm and though John Gregson could only do wooden he is not too hard to take in this company. A pleasant diversion.