An odd mixture: cheap and quickly made, a strange mixture of clichés piled on top of each other, old (and stolen) jokes and improvisations. Harry Secombe has won £100,000 on the football pools, but still goes to Brighton with his pal, played by Spike Milligan, for his usual holiday at at their usual nightmarish guest-house. Two girls already there set up as gold-diggers, a confidence trickster sets out to get his money from him and a pair of counterfeiters (one- Alfred Marks- doing a W.C. Fields impersonation) follow them for the same purpose. The plot is just a thread to hang a set of gags on. The only trouble is, the gags aren't very original or very good. There are one or two moments when they are on the edge of the surreal comedy that they achieved in The Goon Show or they might fly off into farce, but it nearly always fails. A short scene when Secombe, hypnotised to think he is a soprano, and one of the girls, thinking she is a bass, sing a duet is genuinely funny as are moments when all of them and a pair of comic policemen run round a waxworks museum, but on the whole they don't seem to have had the knowledge of film, the confidence or the time to work out something good, though so often they seem just on the edge of it.
Review of Penny Points to Paradise
