Nothing in particular but something in a special, small way, deftly and definitely British. For fun indeed with exaggeration but never with malice -- is the story of a community pageant, a beauty contest and town festival. An assembly of characters in a microcosm and situations tailored to their specifications add to the troubles of bookseller Tasker when all the muddleheadedness lands on his shoulders. For the local poet and the local artist compete for the rival beauty queens; the blameless ironmonger descends to gambling (with Izaak Walton his good-luck god); the balloon factory is about to go up and out of business -- and Tasker, as head man of the affair, is faced with all of this -- and Sex. An American friend overturns the anthill, turns the apathy and activity into success, even at the cost of historical accuracy. Every lad has his lass and the real pageant turns out to be -- not history -- but story of the daily events in the town. A winning way here, for compassionate commentary.