One of the West End's longest-ever running comic farces arrived on the screen virtually intact, but with a significantly different leading man. Whereas Michael Crawford had consolidated both career and image by instigating the gawky, inadvertent gauche lead on stage, in the film the role went to the diminutive British comedian Ronnie Corbett, changing the nature of the part to fit a precreated comic persona. Corbett does well by the hackneyed plot, and underrated director Cliff Owen (The Wrong Arm of the Law, Ooh You Are Awful...) keeps up the pace. Interest today resides in watching a wonderfully Technicolored 1970s London, and sterling support from the likes of Arthur Lowe and the wonderful Beryl Reid.

A porn-store owner orders some new stuff from his supplier, but the delivery address gets mixed with the address of the local Barclays Bank. Here, David (the bank's assistant manager) and his new wife are shocked when photos, then films and finally two girls are sent to them in their bank-supplied flat. They and the bank's head cashier then hatch a plan to get rid of the porn—without letting their boss, the local police and David's mother in on what is happening.