During World War II, England is shaken by the discovery of what seems like a new invention by the Nazi's : some kind of unmanned, flying bomb. An ace intelligence agent, who is a rather dashing officer, is tasked with a crucial assignment : he needs to find out the truth behind this diabolical machine. In order to provide cover, it is decided to give him a "double", to wit some hapless soul who, from a military viewpoint, isn't worth the price of the uniform on his back. Who will survive ? And who will gain immortal laurels ? The book "I was Monty's double" must have hit public imagination with all the stopping power of a well-aimed brick, since it gave birth not only to a serious movie adaptation (which I never saw) but also to numerous jokes and spoofs. Here we've got one of these spoofs, in the shape of a pleasant but tepid and unremarkable comedy. Sadly, it is not what one could call a classic for the ages, even though it raises an important point about rank and class : the gallant and dashing hero is greeted with fawning admiration - "What a brave, brave man !" - while the Everyman anti-hero is expected to die for King and Country as a matter of course. The movie's main asset is a solid performance by Brian Rix, who plays both the hero and the anti-hero.Still, I may be unjust in my comments, since it is entirely possible that the jokes get funnier if the viewer read the original book or saw the "straight" movie adaptation.

THE NIGHT WE DROPPED A CLANGER is a WW2-era comedy featuring a star turn for music hall personality Brian Rix, the guy well known for dropping his trousers and the like in various routines. Rix takes on the dual role of a leading wing commander and the incompetent aircraftsman who just so happens to be his double. One is due to be sent into occupied France on a secret mission and the other will be his decoy on a mission to North Africa. What could possibly go wrong? The answer is everything, but THE NIGHT WE DROPPED A CLANGER is really only a film for die-hard fans of British comedy of the era. This film feels like it was made in the 1940s, not 1961. The humour is quite weak and tame and not as funny as the rival CARRY ON films from the same time. Rix is something of an acquired taste and although some of his slapstick routines are funny, his weak-willed character is more irritating than amusing.Still, there's a solid supporting cast to enjoy, including William Hartnell once again playing up the stern role he ended up typecast with. Leslie Phillips enjoys a little womanising but is rather underutilised, it has to be said, although there's a nice part for Liz Fraser who gives something of an eye-popping performance as a nightclub singer. Hattie Jacques has a good cameo as does Irene Handl, but they're all too brief unfortunately.

As a young schoolboy growing up in Manchester during the late 1950's I always looked forward to the screening of a Brian Rix farce on television. My father was a great fan of his and we both loved to watch Brian and his wife Elspet Gray in any "Whitehall Farce" the BBC screened, usually at Christmas.Consequently, I was looking forward to watching this film very much. Sadly, I was greatly disappointed by this particular effort. The film had very little humour and an even poorer storyline.The production values were bad and the comedic talents of comedians such as Hattie Jacques, Cecil Parker and Leslie Phillips utterly wasted.Worth watching only if you are a die-hard fan of Mr.Rix. Perhaps, his other films are better ... let us hope so.

Brian Rix stars in dual roles as a celebrated RAF officer and a hopelessly incompetent airman. When RAF Intelligence notices how similar the two men look they propose to use the incompetent as a decoy on a secret mission. Needless to say, the plans get mixed up and the incompetent leads the secret mission, while the real agent is used as a decoy. I was unfamiliar with Brian Rix before I viewed the film and I must admit I quite enjoyed his work here. Other familiar faces include Cecil Parker, Leslie Phillips and William Hartnell. Not a classic of the standard of Ealing's best, but few good laughs during the 90 minutes.The print I saw had the title, Make Mine A Double.