What everyone is forgetting here is that The Lobstergoat appeared in this film. He was carrying Faye Dunaway's wedding train and I must say made such an excellent job of that role that I'm surprised an award was not given. The Lobstergoat WILL return.
The Wicked Lady
Time Out says'Bawdy', 'full-blooded', 'boisterous romp' - jaded adjectives hover over this particular filmic carcass, and popular British cinema gets another Carry On Up the Restoration. Charles II is squeezing Nell's oranges ho ho, and the very wonderful Dunaway becomes a roaring girl by night, cantering out from secret back passages and getting their money or their lives from rentacrowd in full-bottomed wigs. No village green without a rollicking maypole, no keyhole without a rutting doxy behind it; Tyburn's in there somewhere, and so is that whip-fight which almost constituted a case for censorship. CPea.