When I was a teenager, David Warner was a real heart throb. We loved him in Shakespeare plays so we all wanted to see this film. So after his sad recent demise I really wanted to see it again. It also stars a young Vanessa Redgrave who unfairly had an award for this film while David Warner didn't. It is a typically British anarchic film, with odd happenings, mainly due to the excessive imagination of Warner's character, Morgan, who has been brought up as a communist. His wife loved him but couldn't cope with his eccentricities any longer and had chosen a really arrogant drip of a man to replace him. Morgan sets out to make the man's life a misery, quite rightly. The film is interlaced with clips from other films like Tarzan and King Kong to express Morgan's powerful imagination. Although he ends up in an asylum, he has the last laugh as his ex-wife is carrying his child.
This film is an absolute delight, lovely London accents with the great Irene Handle, Bernard Bresslaw and Arthur Mullard. It is famed for its silliness and poignancy as Morgan does everything he can to get his beloved wife back.
Best of all this film has no swearing, especially the disgustng F*** word which is so nauseatingly prevalent in today's films, no coloured people where they would not naturally be at the time, i.e. not obviously put there to make up a political quota like nowadays, and no excessive sex scenes. Film heaven, and I wish films now would go back to the high standards of this one. Oddly my husband hated it, so maybe it is a girl thing, but it remains one of the best and most enjoyable films I have ever seen.