Toubib or not toubib

John Davis, the dreaded executive producer at Pinewood was so wary of setting a film in a hospital he made the cast wear sports jackets rather than white coats in the publicity pictures; fortunately it went on to be a big hit, and the rest is history.

Lavishly produced, it provides the pleasure of seeing plenty of familiar faces in Technicolor - not to mention Kenneth More's loud waistcoats - recording in colour a London in which people still carried ration books, a phone call cost thruppence and ten quid constituted a hefty fine.

Serving as the ego to the id of the Carry On's, some of whose regulars put in fleeting appearances (including a very young Shirley Eaton bearing very little resemblance to the svelte young sixties chick she ripened into), James Robinson Justice doesn't dominate the proceedings as he later did; while by bizarre coincidence Ernest Clark - who later took over his function as Professor Loftus in the seventies TV spin-off - is also in it.

The lovely Kay Kendal briefly glides through it as a dinner date with a taste for caviare; while Lisa Gastoni also makes an uncredited but striking appearance - first seen in a green leather coat - in a dubbed role as a tart, bespectacled rival student.

Dirk Bogarde is a marvellous innocent in the lead as Dr. Simon Sparrow enduring a four-year trial in Saint Swithens Medical School. But Kenneth More and James Robertson Justice each steal every scene they are in. The dialogue is hilarious and the sight gags even better, but the movie also works for me on a "truth and beauty" level as well. Marvellous, fast-paced entertainment that holds up well to this day!

I cannot see how anybody can dislike this delicious film. One liners stay in the mind like the infamous

"What's the bleeding time, son?" and

"Cut it out, man, cut it out"

from the wonderful James Robertson Justice.

Muriel Pavlow is the girlfriend that went on to, well, do not much else but Kenneth More, Donald Sinden and Donald Houston developed and honed their excellent comedy talent.

I was truly surprised to see this film was not as well received as I might have expected. Enter a young med student. He's surrounded by older students who can't seem to get out of the first year of studies. I'm told that does happen in Britain at least.

He does have some allies in navigating the unfamiliar course of study. There's the nurse who takes a liking to him and then there are some patients possibly malingerers on the ward who are won over to the inexperienced student.

Will our good med student make it through or will he be left by the wayside with the circle of students marking time and filling up space.

Certainly this film inspired such worthy American films as GROSS ANATOMY and BAD MEDICINE, which seemingly brought the essential plot up to date by eliminating the nurse scheming to become a doctor and substituting for her a female medical student.

Doctor In The House was so successful that it spawned not only six sequels (of diminishing quality) but also a television spin-off. Oddly enough this success works against it, as it is easy to forget how good the original was.

Medical school provides a good background for the comedy capers, as well as providing a sound plot structure that some of the sequels lacked.

Dirk Bogarde leads a very strong cast, which includes such familiar British comedy faces as Joan Sims and Shirley Eaton in small roles. Kenneth More provides strong support to Bogarde but the great James Robertson Justice, in his signature role as Sir Lancelot Spratt steals the movie. Despite only appearing in a handful of scenes, Justice dominates the screen, notably in the famous `What's the bleeding time' scene.

Luscious colour photography adds to the enjoyment as the movie delivers a great hour and half of escapist fun, still fresh and breezy after almost fifty years, I'd recommend this move to any one who is interested in British comedy.