Rex Harrisons house is in The Bishops Avenue and owned by a friend of my late father.This is an amiable comedy which has its best moments earlier on.By the time it gets to the trial it has run out of wit and invention.Launder and Gilliat would make far better films with lesser casts.They,the Boultings and Ealing all made some fine comedies in the fifties

Rex Harrison wakes up in a hotel in Wales with amnesia. Professor Cecil Parker helps him to try to discover who he was and it is not what Harrison was expecting, as he appears to be a fraud and a bigamist married to 7 different woman.

After a ponderous first 30 minutes which sets the scene, rather dryly, it gains momentum when he discovers his Italian wife and thereafter as he decides to turn himself in and face trial - which is also a lot of fun. Not as funny as it was no doubt intended, there are though some pleasures to be had here eg Judge Michael Hordern and it has a strong cast worth watching. Good enough then, but it could have been sharper.

This has to be, no contest, the most inept performance - as an Italian yet - that George Cole ever committed to celluloid but then he is saddled with the definitive 'mittel' European Erich Pohlman as his father, also Italian, natch. These are only shaky support - had they been pit props the mine would have long come crashing down around their ears - to lead Rex Harrison, who wakes up in a Welsh B & B with no idea of who or what he is but is soon, with the help of Cecil Parker's totally risible medical man, disabused and learns he is a serial bigamist. It's quite possible that someone involved thought there may be a smile or two in this. We all make mistakes.