Oh dear! Oh dear! This is Boys' Own Stuff - nasty Nazis, ignorant but decent Yanks, good old Brits and only a few (tongue-free) kisses for the goodies. The film is worth watching for James Mason's jaunty fez (2 sizes too small) combined with his tartanshirt. Sadly no belly-dancing and (rather oddly) no candlelight either. The final scene will make you cringe.