Here Come the Huggetts (1948) User Reviews

Another nugget from the Huggetts

[Spondonman · 7/10 · 8 October 2006]

Another nice little entry in this short series (2/4), this one starts with the installation in the Huggetts' semi of that new-fangled contraption, the telephone. Then "little" cousin Di comes to stay for a while, bringing all manner of problems with her.

Various stories unfold concerning the family and friends, the plottiest threads being about Dad and his job as foreman at Campbell's and Jane's vacillating romances. But centre-stage for most of the time was young Diana Dors, well made use of here as decoration, but also showing she had some promising talents ... as a actress too. Mum felt sorry for her but Dad only wanted to give her a helping hand in the right place (or was that foot?). Pet got to sing Walking Backwards, in fact pity there wasn't some more as it was a decent choral arrangement too, whilst even the Royal Wedding got a humorous look-in.

Lovely harmless fluff and pleasant time-filling stuff.

Pleasant family drama

[calvertfan · 7/10 · 6 August 2002]

We were first introduced to the Huggett family in the wonderful movie Holiday Camp, and now, with a little recasting, they're back. This installment is pretty fair as movies go, but still quite interesting. Some lovely singing from Petula Clark, some hilarious moments from Kathleen Harrison when the family gets a telephone, but the standout performance is from Diana Dors (before she was bleached) as the Huggetts "little" cousin Diana - who certainly has grown up a LOT since she last visited! A nice sign of the times, including a trip out to see the royal wedding.

Back from Holiday Camp

[bkoganbing · 6/10 · 19 January 2016]

Jack Warner and Kathleen Harrison Mr.&Mrs.Great Britain as the Huggetts were known are back from Holiday Camp where they made their big screen debuts with a whole lot of cast changes. Only Warner and Harrison and Jimmy Hanley are playing the roles that they played in Holiday Camp. In fact the Huggetts came home with two extra daughters and minus the son they had. Oh well, the Hardy family underwent several casting changes after their series debut at MGM.

Jane Hylton, Susan Shaw, and Petula Clark are the daughters and it was a nice change to see Petula in her younger days before she became an international star with Downtown in the Sixties. Hanley and Hylton fell in love at Holiday Camp and here they get married, but not without a few bumps along the way, one of them being David Tomlinson.

The Huggetts also get a distant cousin dumped on them as a border and while young Diana Dors is lovely to look at she's one spoiled brat who is quite aware of her attraction to the opposite sex. Most reluctantly Jack Warner gets her a job at his place of employment and she causes no end of trouble.

Funniest bit though was at the parade for the Royal Wedding where Warner gets into a scrape and the Huggetts miss the parade. How often do those things happen and Petula Clark is most disappointed of all.

Here Come The Huggetts continued in the tradition of Holiday Camp and this is a nice introduction to a family a lot of people in the UK identified with in those post war years.

Family Fortunes

[writers_reign · 6/10 · 9 November 2017]

In terms of time capsules this is right on the money and it may well have been subtitled The Way We Lived Then. The Huggetts were clearly intended as an EveryFamily and if they were a fifth-rate carbon of Noel Coward's Gibbons in This Happy Breed at least they ripped off the best. Speaking of THB it was nice to see Amy Veness and Alison Leggatt in virtually identical roles to the ones they played in Coward's masterpiece. It was interesting as well to see the ones that seemed promising at the time - Peter Hammond, John Blythe, Jayne Hylton - but who fell by the wayside whilst inexplicably and against the run of play acting jokes like Jimmy Hanley were able to make a decent living with no talent and no charisma. Nice nostalgic romp.

Here Come the Huggetts review

[JoeytheBrit · 6/10 · 15 May 2020]

The Huggetts return from their holiday to all sorts of domestic strife in this sequel to 1947's Holiday Camp. They've lost a son somewhere along the way (and picked up another daughter I think), but nobody seems to notice. The arrival of shapely Diana Dors doesn't go unnoticed though, especially as she's responsible for Dad (Jack Warner) being demoted at work. The humour is fairly mild for the most part, but Kathleen Harrison's panicked reaction when the family's new phone rings for the first time is hilarious.

Ragged ridiculous stories that give a delightful look at a 1948 suburban London family.

[Andrew_S_Hatton · 5/10 · 21 April 2016]

I knew of "The Huggetts" as a Sunday lunchtime BBC radio comedy soap opera of the 1950s and was reminded of that in a reminiscent recollection in an Internet Forum.

This is the first of The Huggett films I have seen. It was made in the year of my birth; 1948 amidst post-war rationing as Britain began to turn wartime losses and gains into history.

I am no film technical buff, but this seemed competently done with clever editing to try and draw some interest from the tales of these folk who do not seem to matter enough to me to really hold my attention.

It is fascinating to see all those talented actors that I grew up with, who seemed to perform competently, though the real interest was the view of suburban Britain, before television was rampant. \it is fascinating to see the styles of the day and fitments in the home - like the old range and the heavy stratified life of this family.

I am sure it could be the basis of an informed investigation into Britain and black and white films for entertainment as they gradually replaced Music Hall, whilst radio was probably becoming the entertainment and information system that many turned to first.

I best see the first film that was made a year earlier and then perhaps the later two films, as well as tracking down some of the half-hour radio scripts to clarify my appreciation & understanding.

I suggest it is a film for those interested in understanding the mid 20th century in Britain as well as those who just want to remember it and some of the old stars, who have now left us - though Petula Clark lives on in glory.

This was the age the sadly departed (yesterday) Victoria Wood depicted with her housewife 49 film - though that was from a northern English perspective. I felt the age depicted here is reflected in some other of Victoria Wood's fine writing - such as the early years of her biographical drama about Morecambe and Wise and also the TV programme about the couple who recalled singing on the gramophone record as part of the Manchester Children's choir.

I am a Londoner - who moved away - and whilst in Merseyside I came to appreciate a sense of how many in the provinces have a view of us Londoners as "soft" and inconsequential, in the grand scheme of things, rather like The Huggetts!

I presume the film is now out of copyright, I found it freely available on You Tube.

A lacklustre follow-up

[Leofwine_draca · 4/10 · 6 June 2018]

HERE COME THE HUGGETTS is a lacklustre follow-up to the fine cinematic debut for the radio series, the lovely HOLIDAY CAMP. This one rejigs the cast and relocates the action to an ordinary home in the suburbs, but sadly the interest disappears with the change of setting. This is a typically family drama interspersed with the kind of comedy which is so tame as to be all but unnoticeable when watching these days. The cast are certainly game enough but few performers stand out, aside perhaps from an extremely youthful and dark-haired Diana Dors, playing a sexpot even at this early stage of her career. The interesting actors like Jimmy Hanley and David Tomlinson barely have anything to do, and the whole thing is somewhat sleep-inducing.

Golden Hugget - a brave new world.

[music-room · 9/10 · 30 September 2008]

Picture it: it is 1948, the war has been over for three years, and the cold winds of change are a blowin'. Britain's greatest hero, Churchill, has been so cruelly shunned by an ungrateful electorate, His Majesty King George VI looks to be ageing rapidly, and the variety circuit is fast becoming an anachronism, all heralding a new age, one of power cuts, freezing winters and nationalisation. The British film industry is finding its feet, with great offerings such as 'Great Expectations' (1945), 'Oliver Twist' (1946) and 'My Brother Jonathan'(1947). Wonderful though these films undoubtedly are, they are all backward looking, nostalgic, products of a bygone age. Now along comes 'Here Come the Huggetts'. Although introduced to a pre - war audience in the excellent 'Holiday Camp' (1938), they belong to a new age altogether, and the film breaks new ground, as instanced by Kathleen Harrison's hysteria at the installation of a telephone, still relatively rare in immediate post war Britain, a scene of utter delight, as she adjures that this dangerous device might 'go off', just like a recently discovered wartime bomb. Indeed, this fine, incredibly long lived character actress (1892 - 1995) was never more accomplished than here, in this superb film. The casting is perfect: each character is so expertly, finely delineated, utterly believable, from the quasi intellectual, pompously played to perfection by David Tomlinson, who was to acquire international recognition for his blustering, vulnerable father, George Banks, in Disney's blockbuster, 'Mary Poppins', to a delightfully cantankerous Amy Venness, as Jack Warner's tough - as - old - boots mother - in - law. Doris Hare plays a well drawn cameo, as a gossipy neighbour, Clive Morton is vaguely aristocratic as Jack Warner's boss, and John Blythe is a cadaverous garage owner, who bullies his junior mechanic, played by a vulnerable, much put upon Peter Hammond. Warner is as solid as a rock, and so is Jimmy Hanley, who nearly misses his wedding day, as he rescues his best man Hammond from a police cell after a drunken car crash. In this film Warner has three daughters, with the Rank Charm School much in evidence. They even keep their own Christian names, Sue (Susan Shaw), Jane (Hylton) and Pet, the nascent musical star Petula Clark, here happily among friends after appearing in that post war turkey, 'London Town'. Shaw is bright and breezy, a far cry from her troubled character in Noel Coward's 'This Happy Breed', Hylton is the splendidly neurotic bride - to - be, who, in Hanley's absence, becomes awkwardly enmeshed with Tomlinson, and Petula Clark chirps away splendidly in 'Walking Backwards', to Esma Cannon's eccentric conducting - a pity we couldn't have had more. Enter Diana Dors, to an incredibly risqué response from Warner. Dors shows that she really can act, as the malingering niece, lounging in bed and upsetting nail varnish on a vital order from at the factory where Warner works, earning him temporary demotion. The overall theme of the film is, appropriately, 'A new beginning', as the film builds up to its climax, Jane and Jimmy's wedding, which, to the relief of everyone (bar Tomlinson), goes without a hitch. A clever parallel is found in the backdrop of the Royal Wedding of Princess Elizabeth and Prince Philip, contemporary (20th November, 1947) and highly topical, a seminal instance of lateral thinking in the film's denouement. A sparkling, expertly crafted script underpins the entire production, highlighting the subtle family relationships against the austerity of the times - Mabel Constanduros is much in evidence, as is Peter Rogers, a decade before the inception of 'Carry on' films. In essence, the Huggetts are our first real 'soap' family, forerunners of the Beals of Eastenders and the Dingles of Emmerdale. In their own ways, they all pull together, through thick and through thin, anticipating the next episode and the renewal of their contracts. A brave new world is inhabited by this likable lower middle class suburban Huggett family, for the war is over, and there's 'hope for years to come'. Subsequent Hugget films never reached these giddy heights, although Warner went on to play the eponymous Dixon of Dock Green, while Petula Clark reached international stardom - for them, at least, it was indeed a brave new world.