this film supports, if that's the word, some extraordinarily poor acting, principally by Houston and Morgan, but also, embarrassingly, by the great Obi-Wan himself, grumbling unconvincingly into an invisible beard. The whole business is lifted from British rep, provincial reparatory theater, and no direction is evident that might have changed the pacing to that of a film. indeed, the blandly even timing, which is responsible for a lack of humour in well-worked sitcom lines, is redolent more of a radio play than one for the stage - though the british by this time had mastered that genre, whereas they remained curiouslty stilted in film. guinness wrote the script, and maybe he shouldnt have.
for once, a very rare once, television skills that were yet to be developed would have done this farce a world of good.
for once, a very rare once, television skills that were yet to be developed would have done this farce a world of good.