It may be fun for the British, but I can't see an American audience finding this irresistible. Here's a British Broadcasting caper, with pokes taken at the eccentricities of the top brass, the demanding performers, composers and the like. And with a cast of eccentrics that includes a pompous chief, who is sure only he can manage; an inventor who is at odds with the income tax people because he refuses to pay his taxes since he needs the cash for de luxe cigars -- and who has lately quarreled with his old friend, an eminent composer, over a game, and won't fall in with said composer's demand that only he can contribute a few deep notes in his symphony. There are some minor characters who help stage the fancy dress in which they indulge for a gag. There is a bit of romance between the mad inventor's niece, and the assistant music director of the Broadcasting Company. And there's a hectic finale in which the inventor and the assistant music director are arrested in the midst of a game which is to decide the fate of the symphony... Somehow, its humor escapes this reader, who sees it as broad farce, altogether too dependent on a recognition factor not likely to operate this side the water.