Arthur Askey and company head off to Canada where Askey's grandfather owned some land on which gold or oil or maybe fossilized schmoos have been found. Things pick up a bit when the villain of the piece turns out to be Sid James, but never enough to cover anyone in cinematic glory.
It's like one of those RKO Bs of the early 1940s, in which some temporarily popular radio comedian was given the leading role and the professionals tried to cover up the movie's lacks, like a cat on tiles. As it was, a severe disappointment given some of the beautifully timed farces that Askey performed in under the direction of Marcel Varnel.
It's like one of those RKO Bs of the early 1940s, in which some temporarily popular radio comedian was given the leading role and the professionals tried to cover up the movie's lacks, like a cat on tiles. As it was, a severe disappointment given some of the beautifully timed farces that Askey performed in under the direction of Marcel Varnel.