Tom Walls' direction had become slicker but the formula staler by the time of this late thirties adaptation of yet another Ben Travers marital farce, as usual set in the lap of luxury in which the old goat and the lovely Jane Baxter (in and out of a variety of elegant outfits) get married and then squabble for the next hour while Walls' camera occasionally pauses to linger upon the more nubile female cast members.
A floppy-haired Carl Jaffe is almost unrecognisable in his film debut as a romantic young Frenchman.
A floppy-haired Carl Jaffe is almost unrecognisable in his film debut as a romantic young Frenchman.