Work Is a Four Letter Word

A disastrous reworking of Henry Livings' play Eh?, recognisable only in that the hero still grows aphrodisiac mushrooms in the boiler-room of the automated factory where he works and is currently honeymooning with his new bride. Livings' wonderful mental slapstick (with not so much his characters' bottoms as their minds exposed in long woolly underwear as their spiritual trousers fall down) has been reduced to a pitifully trite satire on automation. A few amusing bits survive the gaudily trendy direction.