1955-12-21
N/A
79 min
In a Swiss Alpine resort shortly after the War an army officer and upper-class Humpy Miller both set their sights on Mary, the landlord's daughter. When the two come down with chicken pox they are put in the charge of fellow guest Miss Cartwright, who turns out to be Humpy's old nanny. The two Englishmen unite not only against her tyranny but against a dense Greek who is also after Mary.
Sadly, the whole here does not quite equal the theoretical sum of the parts. The humour starts off well enough as two men - "Capt. Norton" (Nigel Patrick) and the rather dapper "Humpy Miller" (David Tomlinson) meet on a plane to Switzerland. They don't exactly hit it off, and that situation only gets worse when they discover that they are staying in the same resort - and, finally, that they have both set their sights on the same lady "Mary" (Jill Day) before, wait for it - they both come down with chickenpox and are looked after by the undoubted star of the show, nanny "Cartwright" (Kathleen Harrison). What now ensues is a series of overly contrived, set-piece scenarios that see both men vying for the upper hand, and frankly, the humour falling down the cracks. Everyone is just trying just too hard here - from the writers to the director to the stars trying to make a cinematic silk purse out of a theatrical sow's ear. Harrison does salvage it to some extent, and it's quite an harmless watch - but it plays way too much to stereotype for me.
Sadly, the whole here does not quite equal the theoretical sum of the parts. The humour starts off well enough as two men - "Capt. Norton" (Nigel Patrick) and the rather dapper "Humpy Miller" (David Tomlinson) meet on a plane to Switzerland. They don't exactly hit it off, and that situation only gets worse when they discover that they are staying in the same resort - and, finally, that they have both set their sights on the same lady "Mary" (Jill Day) before, wait for it - they both come down with chickenpox and are looked after by the undoubted star of the show, nanny "Cartwright" (Kathleen Harrison). What now ensues is a series of overly contrived, set-piece scenarios that see both men vying for the upper hand, and frankly, the humour falling down the cracks. Everyone is just trying just too hard here - from the writers to the director to the stars trying to make a cinematic silk purse out of a theatrical sow's ear. Harrison does salvage it to some extent, and it's quite an harmless watch - but it plays way too much to stereotype for me.
