When they weren't making such prestigious Anglo-American affairs as The African Queen and Moulin Rouge, producers John and James Woolf often turned their hand to small-scale British comedy. This mannered, eccentric adaptation of Jerome K Jerome's equally mannered, eccentric novel, wasn't one of their great successes. Shooting was dogged by bad weather. Then, when the film was complete, it all but sank at the box office. (For some reason, it did extremely well in Paris, even as it failed elsewhere.) Still, it's entertaining stuff, enlivened by rum performances from Tomlinson, Edwards and Harvey as the three Edwardian duffers cruising down the Thames.