Well it had to happen eventually. Norman Wisdom in a 'swinging sixties' film. Shot entirely on location in Southport, the only thing lower than the budget was Norman Wisdom's career at this point. It's hard to find any part of the film that could be classed as funny. Is it supposed to be a comedy at all? Gone are the Pitkin days, as Norman plays a middle manager at a bank who has to attend a conference in his (late) bosses absence. Two hippie girl hitchhikers on the way make Norman realize what a middle-aged square he has become, so he 'updates' his image. Norman in a kaftan? Please no. Thankfully he didn't swap his Ford Zephyr for a Mini Moke. Some nice film of The Pretty Things playing to a groovy audience in the underground discotheque, but apart from that, it makes me cringe. Do you fug? I didn't.
Review of What's Good for the Goose
