Summary
A bashful swain, smitten beyond reason, slips into the opulent parlors of his reluctant beloved by brandishing a tape measure and a borrowed sense of style, posing as the last word in restrained chic. Under the gilded ceilings his counterfeit calm unspools like silk, until two bumbling hangers—half clowns, half catastrophe—waltz in with paste pots and delusions of grandeur. Wallpaper sails, pigments riot, cornices swoon; the mansion’s hauteur collapses into a kaleidoscopic carnival that mocks every tasteful instinct the impostor claims to own. Amid the glue-splattered chaos, affections are tested, identities teeter, and the very notion of “good taste” becomes a punchline hurled across a ballroom now daubed in screaming hues.
Synopsis
A young man has to masquerade as an interior decorator in order to ease his way into the home of his beloved. All goes well till a couple of amateur paper-hangers mess up things till the house is far from neat and very gaudy.
