This, the last and probably least, of all big screen versions of situation comedies is made even more unfortunate by being released after the untimely death of Youtha Joyce. It is surely not a way she would have wanted to have been remembered. This follows all the established clichés of other sitcom adaptations: going on holiday, mistaken identity, and the involvement of incompetent organised crime (the main villain is occasionally seen bald and sometimes bewigged, no doubt a homage to Lex Luthor in the contemporaneous Superman film). A whole plethora of bit-part British actors of the period gives a slight pleasure since the viewers can entertain themselves with the "What's his name? I recognise the face. Wasn't he in-?" game. Otherwise this is a painful experience. The script is dreadful even by spin off standards. Everything here is lazy and more importantly, unfunny. Typical scene: A hit-man runs up a flight of stairs to kill George and out of breath, he talks to Mildred about his children, then takes the lift down only to run up again, spots George (by chance) but then not kill him. Its a drawn out and embarrassingly bad sequence and not remotely amusing. In the end, the villains chase George and Mildred in their car. We are told repeatedly they are going down a dead end. However the road (unlike the script) is not a dead end. After the villains have a cheaply shot and unfunny crash, the Ropers end up on an airfield which seems to be created merely so George can elicit the hilarious line "He's flying a bit low."
