As it turns out there are TWO male impersonators in this film, Pat Kirkwood and Laurence Harvet and neither is wholly convincing. The main selling point for me was a screenplay by Hubert Gregg who was, of course, married for a time to Pat Kirkwood, but for a writer of Gregg's calibre the screenplay is lacklustre at best. As was his wont Harvey managed yet again to snatch a suet pudding from the jaws of a soufflé and Kirkwood isn't far behind performing Tilley's signature songs as if immersed Houdini-like in a large tank of water. It's difficult to envisage this whole project conceived as anything other than a tax loss.
Review of After the Ball
