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    This is so quintessentially 'English' you despair of what they'd make of it in Upper Sandusky. The short answer is of course it would never be shown there or indeed anywhere West of Penzance. It's the kind of world peopled by the kind of characters that Alan Ayckbourne has inherited and keeps alive and I for one am content. It's crammed to the gills with the kind of England that would be hard to find outside a play by Esther McCracken ans there should be a society for the preservation of the Quiet Weddings and Bonnets Over The Windmills of this world. There's a lovely irony in the fact that a revival of Quiet Wedding ended its run at the Coliseum on Saturday, September 2, 1939, just as the world it represented came to an end. This is a charming film that even the wooden Derek Farr can't impair and thank God Network have made it permanently available. All we need now is its big sister Quiet Wedding.