This film starts nicely enough - I enjoyed being plunged back into the world of England in 1976, but even at just 86 minutes this Ray Cooney farce just goes on too long. It's a very theatrical piece with lots of running in and out of the main room/set - the entrance to the hall to the house which, as per any British farce of the time, has to have at least five doors leading in and out of it. Woefully miscast Leslie Phillips and Ian Lavender seen to be on autopilot and Lewis Fiander's leaping around as a claustrophobic Russian ballet dancer just gets tiresome. My viewing of this was interrupted about an hour into it and when I was able to go back to watching it I realised that I had only chuckled once or twice through the whole thing - thank you Roy Kinnear - and just couldn't be bothered.