Dudley Moore, one of America's all time strangest movie stars, long before proving he could hold his own opposite Julie Andrews, displays his bag of tricks in this delightful (and extremely well-edited) tale of a 29-year-old composer who wants to hit it big and be married by the time he's 30, though he starts off with no prospects for either.
Naturally, it's wackiest up front, then settles in toward the hour mark as Moore loses and must find the woman he thinks he loves (Suzy Kendall, who actually was Mrs. Moore for a while. And who never looked better).
The music, by Moore, is pretty good. A delightful opening theme that gives one the mistaken impression it's going to be a knock off of "The Knack" and promises a superstitious theme it then forgets. Some excellent jazz (including a serious piece where Dud shows what he can do vis-a-vis a piano). Even a faux-madrigal where he gets to sing harmony with himself (I like early music, and it's not half-bad).
Some people think during this period Dud wasn't as good without his erstwhile partner, Peter Cook. And for someone who enjoyed Pete and Dud movies like "The Wrong Box" and "Bedazzled," one almost expects Cook to pop through a door at any given moment. But, genius though he was, Cook's career suffered worse, without Moore. (And don't judge this movie by what it isn't, but what it is).
Naturally, the sort of humor established early on can't be sustained. But this movie with the unwieldy title has some of Britain's familiar comic faces popping up for comedic turns, though it's worst crime may be the underutilizing of Eddie Foy, Jr. ("The Pajama Game"). The whole thing is refreshingly off-kilter without the more serious subtext that nearly upended "The Knack."
Naturally, it's wackiest up front, then settles in toward the hour mark as Moore loses and must find the woman he thinks he loves (Suzy Kendall, who actually was Mrs. Moore for a while. And who never looked better).
The music, by Moore, is pretty good. A delightful opening theme that gives one the mistaken impression it's going to be a knock off of "The Knack" and promises a superstitious theme it then forgets. Some excellent jazz (including a serious piece where Dud shows what he can do vis-a-vis a piano). Even a faux-madrigal where he gets to sing harmony with himself (I like early music, and it's not half-bad).
Some people think during this period Dud wasn't as good without his erstwhile partner, Peter Cook. And for someone who enjoyed Pete and Dud movies like "The Wrong Box" and "Bedazzled," one almost expects Cook to pop through a door at any given moment. But, genius though he was, Cook's career suffered worse, without Moore. (And don't judge this movie by what it isn't, but what it is).
Naturally, the sort of humor established early on can't be sustained. But this movie with the unwieldy title has some of Britain's familiar comic faces popping up for comedic turns, though it's worst crime may be the underutilizing of Eddie Foy, Jr. ("The Pajama Game"). The whole thing is refreshingly off-kilter without the more serious subtext that nearly upended "The Knack."