A trite story taken from a Jane Gaskell novel, it suggests that it was aimed directly at the socalled woman's market.
A trite story taken from a Jane Gaskell novel, it suggests that it was aimed directly at the socalled woman’s market.
Victor Henry plays an exuberant young window-cleaner with a lack of responsibility and a roving eye for the birds. Falling for a suburban chick that he picks up in a local tavern, he realizes that this is ‘the real thing’. But he’s thwarted by her over-possessive widowed mother.
Eventually his buddy, a young layabout with whom Henry shares everything, even chicks, gets the girl pregnant at a wild party, but is unaware of it.
There’s not much to be done with such an anecdote, but brighten it up with smart dialog and standout performances. This one gets neither. Aforementioned Henry brings some humor and guts to the anti-hero’s role and Jack Shepherd, as his mate, is laconic and personable.