Un mari [presque] fidèle !

The 1950s were an awful decade for comedy--censorship was strict, and middle-class manners were corseted so tight as to induce hysteria. This movie has a supposedly comic situation, but there is no funny dialogue, no funny scenes. There is just a lot of embarrassment, which is supposed to be ipso facto terribly amusing. The script is careless--Rex Harrison is a man who marries women for money, but his Italian wife clearly doesn't have much (she has, though, a stupendous bust and a foreign accent, and gestures a lot, all of which are, of course, terribly amusing to proper English people). The film begins with Harrison waking up in a hotel, not knowing who he is. Well, how could he have registered without giving a name? The laziness of the whole enterprise is grossly condescending to the viewing public in general and to women in particular.

Rex Harrison wakes up in a hotel in Wales with amnesia. Professor Cecil Parker helps him to try to discover who he was and it is not what Harrison was expecting, as he appears to be a fraud and a bigamist married to 7 different woman. After a ponderous first 30 minutes which sets the scene, rather dryly, it gains momentum when he discovers his Italian wife and thereafter as he decides to turn himself in and face trial - which is also a lot of fun. Not as funny as it was no doubt intended, there are though some pleasures to be had here eg Judge Michael Hordern and it has a strong cast worth watching. Good enough then, but it could have been sharper.

This has to be, no contest, the most inept performance - as an Italian yet - that George Cole ever committed to celluloid but then he is saddled with the definitive 'mittel' European Erich Pohlman as his father, also Italian, natch. These are only shaky support - had they been pit props the mine would have long come crashing down around their ears - to lead Rex Harrison, who wakes up in a Welsh B & B with no idea of who or what he is but is soon, with the help of Cecil Parker's totally risible medical man, disabused and learns he is a serial bigamist. It's quite possible that someone involved thought there may be a smile or two in this. We all make mistakes.

In 'The Constant Husband' a man loses his memory, and then recovers it to find that he has an unusually large number of women in his life. The success of a comedy like this hinges on the strength of the leading actor; Rex Harrison carries it off very well. The character he plays is comparatively wealthy and over-privileged, and it is not easy for this viewer to forget than life in the mid 1950s was considerably less comfortable for the vast majority of people in Britain. Among the glamorous and less-than-glamorous supporting actors are Kay Kendall, Margaret Leighton, Cecil Parker, George Cole and Michael Hordern. The script includes some sort of running joke about Wales which, being from Wales, I failed to understand.

Rex Harrisons house is in The Bishops Avenue and owned by a friend of my late father.This is an amiable comedy which has its best moments earlier on.By the time it gets to the trial it has run out of wit and invention.Launder and Gilliat would make far better films with lesser casts.They,the Boultings and Ealing all made some fine comedies in the fifties