Our boy Frankie comes into a sizeable amount of money as a hotel receptionist. After spending some of his money living it up in France, he decides to come back to London and buy up his old hotel. However, he needs some fincial backers who will only invest if the hotel is successful. Only problem is they have no guests, so the staff play the role of guests while still doing their jobs.
The film spends too much time with Frankie in France experiencing a series of contrived annoyances that eventually leads to his decision to come back to England.
This means there is little time to develop and run with the farce element of the film. The plots tries to be frenzied and amusingly chaotic, but it never really makes it. Everything rules far too smoothly. With no edge of the seat potential errors that could bring the entire ruse crashing down.
The film doesn't explore any comic potential such as regular faces being recognised as both staff and guest or people needing to be in two places at the same time. No quick changes no split-second timing.
As a result, the film trundles along at a pace with nothing really happening.
A forgetable film that is not worth remembering.