One of the Ealing comedies that doesn't get written about very often and not one of the best. However, it does offer an insight into the film industry's fear of television in the early 1950s, with some fairly barbed satire at the expense of the "box in the corner" and its uncritical audience. Th plot seems to be a hybrid of the stage play on which the film was based - television wreaks various degrees of havoc on three households - and a surreal narrative link showing that the Devil (aka Mr Lucifer) is behind television's growth. Apparently he likes to invent something new to make each generation miserable. Television in the 1950s and - if a sequel threatens - mobile phones for the 2000s. Incidental pleasures include an appallingly tatty Christmas pantomime, with desperate performers facing a meagre and hostile audience, and a square dance involving television dancers, friends and neighbours gathered round the television, and a bunch of street urchins and ragamuffins, some of whom look uncannily like Margaret O'Brien in the Halloween sequence of "Meet Me in St Louis". It also convincingly depicts the grime and dilapidation of post-war London, with characters forced to live in cramped basements and seedy bedsits.
Review of Meet Mr. Lucifer
