Robert Hartford-Davis is a sound director, but Saturday Night Out falls apart mainly because of poor, undistinguished dialog and predictable situations. Several sailors in the Merchant Navy descend on London with 15 hours’ shore leave and the film depicts their brief adventures. Since most of the folks involved are concerned mainly with the delights of dames and drink, the results are predictable and the gals-and-guzzle routine palls.
Astute businessman George Hunter (Bernard Lee) turns the tables on a blackmailing dame (Erica Remberg) and her cameraman ‘business partner’; seaman David Lodge makes a beeline for his regular London dockside popsy and spends the 15 hours with her; another (Inigo Jackson) gets crocked and clipped in a sleazy Soho drinking club, while his naive young pal gets involved with a young girl for whom he jumps ship to marry, John Bonney is picked up by an incredible beatnik girl (Heather Sears) and also falls in love somewhat incredibly.
None of these incidents provides ultra bite or excitement, though the Bernard Lee-Erica Remberg black-mailing affair has a mildly neat twist. Worst anecdote is also, regrettably, the longest, that in which Jackson makes a fool of himself in the drinking club.
Hartford-Davis has done a routine but uninspired job as director and producer. Perhaps the greatest disappointment in the film is the appearance of Sears, after a longish layoff, in a role which gives poor scope for her talent.