Why Bother to Knock is a glib, mildly titillating Hollywood-style sex farce. Unfortunately, the film was made by Britons, and the results are about as predictably askew as an American effort to make one of those barmy little British comedies about tweedy bird watchers and eccentric country curates.
Richard Todd plays a man-about-Edinburgh, a passionate travel agent who longs to be Scotch with a twist of Lemmon but more often looks stolid as a Rock. Todd has a prim fiancee and a yen for side trips. When his girl says no, he treks off to the Continent to find more accessible playmates,...
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