A game cast pitches in in this jaw-droppingly stupid but endearingly good-natured sex comedy from that vanished era between the end of the 'Chatterley' ban and the Beatles' first LP.
Playing mother and daughter, foxy Hy Hazell and elegant Elizabeth Shepherd are surrounded by an absurd collection of men wholly unworthy of either of them; and the question posed by the title is never adequately answered.
Ms Hazell's husband William Fox is a marriage guidance councillor who talks too much and whose answer to every crisis is a nice cup of tea (they sleep in twin beds, surprise, surprise). Enter Andrew Faulds (ironically later a bearded firebrand leftwing Labour M.P.) as a reporter for 'The Universal Scandal', who shamelessly lies to and manipulates the happy couple so that he can embellish the resulting friction between them to sell papers. (Happily we now have the Independent Press Standards Organisation, so our tabloids could never possibly get away with that sort of thing today.)
Even by Danzigers' standards the music score is awful; noisy, obtrusive and stupid, and thus perfectly complements the action.
