It is made in such determinedly B movie style and has such a simplistic screenplay that its worthy moral is soon covered in embarrassed confusion.

On the level of grade‐C ad venture it works well enough, but on the several other levels not which it aspires, it does not work at all.

No Blade of Grass lacks the primitive power of Wilde's earlier films... in its social attitudes and theorising, it exposes the shallowness of Wilde's conception of man as an animal dressed in civilised trappings that can, all too easily, be slipped off.

No Blade of Grass‘ impact takes a serious nosedive once it progresses into a repetitive and mostly uninvolving midsection...