Captures that elemental quality of the air which envelopes two people caught in the pas de deux of love.

Joan Greenwood! I am smitten with her spritely performance, the tittering tendencies of her voice, her salty squeaky tenor, lulling punctuation, flibbertigibbet movements and flights of quixotic fancy. Words like "whisky" and "ohhh!" unspool from her lips like light-filtered honey that somehow makes one's heart contract with bright laughter.

A smart chirpy comedy of domestic concerns with a deft screenplay by Anne Burnaby. If only more women could easily shed real life for slinky copper dresses for dinner at the Savoy. Most pleasantly reminded of Clive Brook's light romantic forgotten farce, On Approval.

I needed this film and it was there for me.