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  • A game cast pitches in in this jaw-droppingly stupid but endearingly good-natured sex comedy from that vanished era between the end of the 'Chatterley' ban and the Beatles' first LP.

    Playing mother and daughter, foxy Hy Hazell and elegant Elizabeth Shepherd are surrounded by an absurd collection of men wholly unworthy of either of them; and the question posed by the title is never adequately answered.

    Ms Hazell's husband William Fox is a marriage guidance councillor who talks too much and whose answer to every crisis is a nice cup of tea (they sleep in twin beds, surprise, surprise). Enter Andrew Faulds (ironically later a bearded firebrand leftwing Labour M.P.) as a reporter for 'The Universal Scandal', who shamelessly lies to and manipulates the happy couple so that he can embellish the resulting friction between them to sell papers. (Happily we now have the Independent Press Standards Organisation, so our tabloids could never possibly get away with that sort of thing today.)

    Even by Danzigers' standards the music score is awful; noisy, obtrusive and stupid, and thus perfectly complements the action.
  • This isn't James Fox, who early in his career was indeed known as William Fox. This William Fox (1911-2008) was a character actor who's credits included "The Lavender Hill Mob" I think a correction is in order!

    A mildly amusing but rather feeble comedy that didn't produce many laughs!
  • malcolmgsw4 September 2017
    This is à very lame farce which does not even live up to the double entendre in the title.It highlights matters which were in the public gave at the time,when the Sunday papers dug the dirt on prominent personalities.It fails to raise e en a titter,and id basically à waste of everybodys time and talent.
  • In the 1960s, there were a bunch of comedies about the breakdown of marriages and their saving, which edged into risqué situations. The Danziger Brothers got into the act with this movie, in which stolid, stodgy marriage counselor William Fox finally sends his wife, Hy Hazell, and his daughter fleeing for something a little more interesting... and in the end, nothing happens and things settle back into their wonted routines.

    You can tell it's a comedy because of the xylophone music, but there isn't much else to it. Given the impending breakdown in postwar norms with the Swinging Sixties on its doorsteps, this one is pretty much a dud.