Review of The Saint Meets the Tiger

. . . are a shilling a six-pack, THE SAINT MEETS THE TIGER reveals. "Great" Britain is so old that pretty much every other house is open for the paying public's tours, on the theory that someone important MUST have once slept there. Britain has more museum curators than garbage men or plumbers, which is why half their trash ends up as exhibits on museum shelves, and their "loos" only flush half their . . . well, you get the idea. All of this helps explain WHY "Simon Templar" ducks toward the end of this flick, thus facilitating the assassination of Baycombe Museum Curator "Meridew" by thrown dagger. Since the murder weapon is Simon's to begin with, what better way to insure that it gets a good cleaning than by letting it get into the protective custody of Scotland Yard, a public institution duty bound to safeguard, thoroughly sterilize, sharpen, and return it in a timely manner? Because England always manages to stay the same, watch THE SAINT MEETS THE TIGER to pick up further tips on how to get the government to clean your dirty laundry on your next visit to Ye Olde Country.