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A prismatic carnival of white-coat tomfoolery, the film pirouettes through a seaside sanatorium where every corridor exhales ether and amour. Bobby Vernon, a fledgling medico whose stethoscope seems tuned to the music of chaos rather than the body’s murmurs, arrives armed with nothing but a diploma so fresh the ink still glistens. Vera Steadman, a patient feigning neurasthenia to escape an arranged betrothal, becomes both his foil and his fever, her eyelashes flicking Morse-code teases across the ward. Between bedpans, mistaken x-rays, and a parade of hypochondriac dowagers who treat heartbreak like hiccups, the picture builds a Rube Goldberg apparatus of desire: every gurney collision, every chloroform kiss, every forged symptom ricochets toward an anarchic crescendo inside an operating theater lit like a cathedral. The climax—an impromptu ballet of scalpels, rubber gloves, and confetti from a burst celebration—leaves the institution defrocked of dignity yet aglow with erotic rebirth, the lovers sprinting down the pier as the tide swallows the last of their medical masquerade.
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