One of the least memorable of Bernard Shaw's plays has been turned into a handsome but oddly sluggish film under the direction of Anthony Asquith...

The Millionairess is a bit of comic pastry that comes out too rich and soggy. It needed style and a light touch.

The stars help, but this should be so much better than it is.

I always struggled with Peter Sellers' brand of humour and combined with an over-the-top effort from Sophia Loren here, I will admit to squirming just a bit too often for comfort. She is the eponymous millionairess who can only marry if she meets very strict conditions set by her late father - else she loses everything. She is, however, attracted to Sellers' Delhi-born, scholarly and frankly unlikely "Dr. Kabir" whom it's safe to say, doesn't quite meet the criteria. He promised his mother that he would only marry a woman of modest means who can live, without complaint, on a mere 35 shillings for three months and she must marry a man who can turn the sum of £500 into £15,000 in the same time period. Impossible? Give up? Yes please, but no - we must persevere as the increasingly contrived humour struggles along for another hour that is as devoid of charm as it is of sophistication. Sellers has no charisma here and though Loren tries hard and looks the part, there isn't really any chemistry on display as the story sort of lurches from one unlikely scenario to another. The supporting cast - Alastair Sim and Dennis Price amongst them, are rarely on screen long enough to elevate this from a rather colourful and quickly paced farce that I couldn't really engage with. Time hasn't been especially kind to it - but I am not sure it was really any good in the first place.