"Pog" (Lupino Lane) is the rather hen-pecked patriarch of a family who heads off to the seaside with his wife and offspring for their annual summer holiday. Once there, he is mistaken for a criminal mastermind and is soon embroiled in the nefarious activities of a gang of spies and crooks. Can he extricate himself from their dastardly schemes? Essentially, this is vehicle for a stage and silent film star who looks completely ill-at-ease in front of a camera into which, this time, he is expected to speak. The drama itself is the thinnest and the familial malarkey with wife (Lola Hunt) and the celebration of Britons on deckchairs wearing bowler hats eating ice cream comes across more scathing than ridiculous. There's some room for a bit of uncomplicated drag, and even some aeronautical antics at the end but this is really only watchable now as a curio of what we watched almost a century ago, what made us laugh and who tickled our fancy.
