Tom Walls gives a serious performance of monumental dreadfulness as Dresdel's servant spouting wise Cornish sayings at the drop of a hat. The material's hysterical but the cold, dead hand of director John Harlow kills it. That is until a ship full of the stuff runs aground. There's just one little problem - English Home Guard captain Basil Radford and the customs men he calls in to find the contraband. As in all the best Ealing comedies, this has a sharp edge.
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