Cedric Messina’s production of the play by George Bernard Shaw.
It is a masterpiece, the production for television, there is a view quite unclear out lawyer Sagamore’s window with sunlight streaming in that rests the eyes upon its sense of London.
It is all like that, the country inn swanked up, the smell of the sweatshop (Maggie Smith does that by acting), a perfect pictorial rendition.
When Asquith converted this into a two-character picture, some said it wasn’t the play, others that the play wasn’t any good, or was that The Doctor’s Dilemma?
The lady, who has more money from her late father than anyone has in England, bestows it in marriage upon a tennis-and-boxing champion, nearly a “suit of clothes”, and finally a servant of the living God, whom he calls Allah, having with her cleverness improved the profitability of that sweatshop by eliminating the middleman, and done up the Pig & Whistle by throwing out the old proprietors, of this the Egyptian doctor does not approve.
James Villiers is the champ, Charles Gray the suit, everybody is perfect.