This movie is the proof that the world is becoming a sick and dumb place

I wanted to but couldn't!

Good story, Not enough for a whole film

The acting in this movie is really good.

Laughs out loud throughout the script, a great cast and beautifully shot. I was intrigued that with so many fantastic comedic actors I had never heard of this film. There's really nothing novel about the plot or the characterizations but this movie just clicks and goes right to the top of the list for the madcap/caper/farce genre. Peacock steals every scene he's in. Really enjoyable film.

Firstly let me say that I'm a big "Pete & Dud" fan. The right film I like. I have nothing against the right film. The trouble is... This is a hum-drum affair. Yes, it's worth watching but only to see a bit of Pete & Dud if you know and love them. If you want a funny, flowing film with a good plot and lots of laughs then forget it. This film, like Mr. Spigot, hops about on one leg and doesn't entirely stand up for itself. It's farce without the funny "mistaken identity" bedroom scenes and interaction between anyone other than Pete, Dud, and a drunkard servant (well played that man), ooh... and one dippy woman. On the plus side if you like coffin-based farce (a sort of maxi-episode of 'Allo, 'Allo - the one with the coffin), then this is for you. They did marginally better with their "Hound of the Baskervilles". Dave Allen's coffin sketch was better than this. The overall impression is "in through one ear and out the other". Worth watching from a "Pete & Dud" history POV but not much else going for it as a film in its own right.

A madcap cross-country chase for an inherited fortune by two elderly brothers and their many offspring ought to be funnier than this, especially with so many familiar names and faces along for the ride. Viewers with a weakness for the mugging style of Peter Cook and Dudley Moore might be entertained, but others may find themselves longing for more scenes with trivia freak Ralph Richardson, and a bigger part for Peter Sellers, seen all-too briefly as a dotty MD with a fondness for cats. Elsewhere the various routine plot complications and misunderstandings are (at best) fitfully amusing, but the presentation is rarely more than just plain silly, with coy title cards ("Disaster Ensues!") providing a labored chuckle along the way. The script was based on a Robert Louis Stevenson short story, which would explain the otherwise gratuitous Victorian setting and trappings.

Rollicking good show, there! Never mind that the winner of the tontine lottery is going to be too old to enjoy it. Just watch 70-something Masterman Finsbury (Mills) try to cinch the legacy by clubbing his 70-something brother Joseph (Richardson) with a shovel, no less. How's that for brotherly love. And when old Masterman is not trying to grab the loot, his two dunderhead sons (Cook & Moore) are working overtime at the same task-- at least, I think they're his sons. Hard to tell since everyone appears related to everyone else, making this England's version of the Brady Bunch gone mad. Except of course for the two cooing lovebirds Julia and Michael Finsbury (Newman & Caine). They're slap-happy in love. But just the thought of them breeding more of these demented Finsbury's is enough to break off the Atlantic Alliance. Good thing we find out that Julia is adopted. Whew!Then there's old brother Joseph, the walking, talking encyclopedia of utterly useless trivia and completely boring facts. His response to a simple "hello" is a painfully detailed and deadpan account of the syphilis rate in New Guinea. One minute with him and we've found a cheap solution to the population problem. I kept hoping old brother Masterman would do the world a favor and get a bigger shovel. And, of course, no send-up of the period is complete without a bow from that comedic chameleon Peter Sellars, this time as a doctor with no cure for Alzheimers. Unfortunately he keeps mistaking a fuzzy kitten for an ink blotter and a knobby needle for a pen! I found his condition puzzling until it dawned on me —of course, there's a Finsbury somewhere in his family tree.But the movie's not content with the upper-class, the whole glorious British Empire gets deconstructed in the first 15 minutes. There we see-- how heroic it is to stand in front of the cannon while commanding to fire; how deftly the queen wields a sword when knighting the infirm; how concerned captains of industry are with worker safety; and how other fabled pillars of Empire stand strong and tall…. well, maybe they do wobble a bit. Never mind that the creators of this 105-minute jape have no idea how to end it, except to put everyone in a mix-master and let go. Somehow that does seem to fit. At the same time, judging by today's news, England appears to have survived the comedic assault. However, the Empire appears to have been on life support for some time now. But whatever you do, please don't send the butler to help.