Tony Pelissier was something of an oddity. He wrote six films and directed seven then more or less threw in the towel. Two of the seven were portmanteau entries - three one-act plays by Noel Coward and three short stories by Somerset Maugham - which suggest that he may have felt more at home with brevity, a theory supported by this, his directorial debut which is essentially a short story that has been padded out none too successfully. For better or worse John Mills wormed his way into the affections of the movie-going British public and enjoyed a long celluloid career. Here he is called upon to do little more than daydream, trap himself into marriage, walk away from it and finally find contentment. None of this is beyond his acting skills and if you like this sort of thing you'll no doubt enjoy it.