The Sandwich Man is like a documentary in drag. Michael Bentine, who wrote the screenplay with the director, Robert Hartford-Davis, seeks to give a picture of London and some of the wayout, curious behaviour of its inhabitants through the eyes of a sandwich-board man who, wandering the streets, has a load of opportunity of observing, and of getting implicated. Not a bad idea and, filmed on location entirely, it gives director and cameraman Peter Newbrook a swell chance of bringing London to life. But in the countdown, a film has either got to be a feature pic or a ‘doc’ primarily.
A loosely scribed romance between a young car salesman and a model, and the fact that on this day Bentine’s prize racing pigeon is competing in an important race are the only two highly slim ‘plotlines’. For the remainder, Bentine (dressed as a dude sandwich-board man) wanders around observing the odd things happening around him.
Bentine has an amiable personality that deserves further screen exposure.