Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you like old British comedies where everyone is posh and slightly confused, sure. If you get bored by misunderstandings that could be cleared up in ten seconds, stay far away.
It’s the kind of movie that feels like it was written on the back of a cocktail napkin during a long lunch. It’s not trying to win any awards, that’s for sure.
Rex Harrison is playing the charming liar role, which he does well enough. You can see the gears turning in his head every time he gets cornered by his own tall tales.
The whole cruise ship setting is mostly just a backdrop for people bumping into each other in corridors. I kept waiting for someone to actually go to the deck and look at the ocean, but the movie is way more interested in the stuffy dining rooms. 🚢
There’s this one scene where he’s trying to hide a manuscript that doesn’t exist. It goes on for a bit too long. You can almost feel the director sweating, hoping the audience is still laughing at the same joke.
Not really, but who cares. It has a certain rhythm that modern movies just don’t bother with. It’s light. It’s fluffy. It’s basically the cinematic equivalent of a cucumber sandwich.
I couldn't help but compare it to other stuff from that weird, pre-war era. It lacks the punch of Stepping Out, but it’s less exhausting than some of those heavy dramas people keep trying to make me watch.
There is a moment in the second act where a waiter walks past in the background and just drops a tray. No one acknowledges it. It might be my favorite part of the whole film. Absolute chaos for no reason.
Honestly, the whole thing feels a bit like a student project that got a decent budget. It’s not bad, just kind of... there. If you’re tired and want something that won't make you think too hard, this will do just fine. Just don't expect to remember the plot by tomorrow morning.
Year
1936
IMDb Rating
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