The best – and possibly worst – thing about this early adaptation of Shakespeare's play has to be the co-director Charles Kent, who also selected the plum role of Malvolio for himself. Note how, with admirable lack of tact, Charlie manages to get himself centre shot in every scene he appears. He even gives himself a couple of medium close-ups – something no other member of the cast is permitted – and often overacts shamelessly so that, even when he's bad, he's nothing less than entertaining. The rest of the film is fairly ordinary and, as with most of these films, a pre-knowledge of the play in question is pretty much critical if you want to make sense of what's going on up on the screen.