The Bliss of Mrs. Blossom
|The Bliss of Mrs. Blossom|
|Directed by||Joseph McGrath|
|Produced by||Josef Shaftel|
|Written by||Alec Coppel
Based on a short story by Josef Shaftel
|Music by||Riz Ortolani|
|Edited by||Ralph Sheldon|
|Distributed by||Paramount Pictures|
|September 11, 1968 (USA)
21 November 1968 (UK)
The Bliss of Mrs. Blossom is a 1968 British comedy film directed by Joseph McGrath. The screenplay by Alec Coppel and Denis Norden was adapted from a play by Coppel that was based on a short story by Josef Shaftel, who served as the film's producer.
Robert Blossom is a workaholic brassiere manufacturer. When his wife Harriet's sewing machine breaks down, he sends his bumbling employee Ambrose Tuttle to repair it. Mrs. Blossom seduces him, then hides him in the attic, instructing him to sneak out in the middle of the night. Ambrose, however, is enchanted by the woman and decides to settle in to serve as her secret paramour. When he's reported missing, Det. Sgt. Dylan from Scotland Yard is assigned to the case, one he doggedly pursues for years. The mysterious noises Robert frequently hears overhead finally lead to his nervous breakdown, but Ambrose saves the day by passing along stock tips that turn his employer into a millionaire. The grateful Mr. Blossom not only allows Ambrose to remain with his wife, but presents the couple with his factory as a wedding present.
The film is loosely based on a real incident. In the early 1920s, Walburga Oesterreich kept her lover, Otto Sanhuber in the attic where he lived for many years. The real story doesn't have the happy ending of the movie.
Shirley MacLaine was a last minute replacement after the original star pulled out. Her fee was a reported $750,000.
- Shirley MacLaine ..... Harriet Blossom
- Richard Attenborough ..... Robert Blossom
- James Booth ..... Ambrose Tuttle
- Freddie Jones ... Det. Sgt. Dylan
- Bob Monkhouse ..... Dr. Taylor
- Patricia Routledge ..... Miss Reece
Variety described it as "a silly, campy and sophisticated marital comedy, always amusing and often hilarious in impact . . . although basically a one-joke story, [the] idea is fleshed out most satisfactorily so as to take undue attention away from the premise. Performances are all very good, Attenborough's in particular."
Time Out New York calles it a "coarse comedy which looks a little like Joe Orton gone disastrously wrong . . . any sparks in the script or performances are ruthlessly extinguished by atrocious direction."