Dudley Moore is a hash slinger who has a more than usually strong crush on a waitress, Eleanor Bron. So Moore sells his soul to the devil, Peter Cook, in return for seven wishes involving his waitress.
Surprise -- the wishes go wrong. If he wishes, say, to be rich and be married to Bron, well, he is, but he didn't bother to specify that Bron should love him, so on their country estate she runs round after other men -- taller men, bronzed men, and crack croquet players.
It's kind of amusing in its winsome British way. Oh, to be in England, now that 1967's here. The garb is cute and on women it's sexy, what with tiny skirts reduced to a length that absolutely requires opaque pantyhose.
The principles work well together. As the devil, Cook is genuinely affable and sympathetic, a typical young man in period wardrobe except for his crimson socks. Dudley Moore is unsurpassed at making arch expressions.
Kind of fun overall. Makes you yearn for the hoof beats of yesteryear.
Surprise -- the wishes go wrong. If he wishes, say, to be rich and be married to Bron, well, he is, but he didn't bother to specify that Bron should love him, so on their country estate she runs round after other men -- taller men, bronzed men, and crack croquet players.
It's kind of amusing in its winsome British way. Oh, to be in England, now that 1967's here. The garb is cute and on women it's sexy, what with tiny skirts reduced to a length that absolutely requires opaque pantyhose.
The principles work well together. As the devil, Cook is genuinely affable and sympathetic, a typical young man in period wardrobe except for his crimson socks. Dudley Moore is unsurpassed at making arch expressions.
Kind of fun overall. Makes you yearn for the hoof beats of yesteryear.