Review by sue-colleycross

The definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome. In the period between the wars, the codes of behaviour imposed by Victorian society were finally broken and from the top down a new found sense of liberty prevailed. That was of course until Depression and World War 2 ushered in another set of even stricter codes. For the period of this piece however, the party was still in full swing and what we are being asked to consider metaphorically here, is what happens the morning after when you wake up with a hangover/head cold.

The fact that the original piece was written as a play enhances the claustrophobic atmosphere of the film which takes place within the confines of a locked house. The characters are imprisoned for a period of reflection before they finally take the plunge into their 'new life'.

The choice of cast is perfect and no one but Clive Brook could pull off the line: 'Oh in that case I shot the mushrooms'.

If you dislike surrealism or crisp, 'wordy' satire, then this is not for you but you'll be missing a great commentary on society, which is just as relevant today as it was then, perhaps more so in an age of surfaces, where advances in technology have created an even greater gulf between fabricated entity and genuine self.