CinemaSerf
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Sep 05, 2025
I have a fairly pathological hatred of dentists, and I can’t help but wonder whether screenings of this film on BBC2 in the early 1970s might have been the cause! Indeed, for a few scenes here Norman Wisdom manages to create a sense of peril that easily outdoes anything the horror genre can illicit! Add to that the fact that he works in a butcher’s shop and, well, anyway… “Pitkin” is employed by the long-suffering “Mr. Grimsdale” (Edward Chapman) and it’s an accident in that shop that sees them both in the hospital of the fastidious “Sir Hector” (Jerry Desmonde) and the altogether nicer nurse “Haskell” (Jeanette Sterke). Needless to say, everything he touches turns to chaos and he finds himself repeatedly chased from the premises, even barred, but he wants to return to help out the traumatised “Lindy” (Lucy Appleby) whose parents were killed in a plane crash and who hasn’t uttered a word since! Of course the story is all predictable but as ever, Norman Wisdom made the slapstick comedy at which he excelled look effortless and natural. He easily puts the lutz into clutz as he skates around on the floor of the hospital ward, he clings for grim death to the roof of a speeding ambulance and he even has a go in a marching band playing in a key hitherto undiscovered - and all along he has the redoubtable Chapman to provide just enough of a foil to keep the pace racing along entertainingly for ninety minutes. It’s also quite a charming little showcase of life in London in the early sixties with the fashions, the cars and some glass half full attitudes and I did quite enjoy it.