I love this movie so much

Sadly Over-hyped

One of my all time favorites.

This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

Made as a follow up movie to Private's Progress setting several of the same main characters in industry, I'm Alright Jack way exceeded expectations to become one of the most celebrated British comedies of all time. Everyone is on top form from the scriptwriter and director to every actor. There are so many above average performances here it seems unfair to single individuals out although the inclusion of up and coming character actor Peter Sellers in typically meticulous form lifted it high above the ordinary.It's sharp as a razor in its depiction of British industrial relations and a lot less dry than previous satires on the theme like Ealing's The Man In The White Suit. This is a far harder hitting satire with a more realistic 'getting down with the workers and shirkers' feel which squeezes a lot of humour out of the coarse blue collar language and working practices. Chock full of subtle visuals and verbals, this film is a joy to watch not just once but many times - very rewatchable.Other memorable highlights are the cross class relationship of posh but pleasant twit Ian Carmichael and the sultry spindle polisher (ha ha) Liz Frazer and has a pleasing hint of chemistry to it. Made in a period where your class still very much mattered in England it shows the real needle between the lower and upper classes at its height with both the workers and the management trying their best to get one over the other. The film's biting satire was aimed as much at the unscrupulous business practices of greedy owners and playing the stockmarket as it was the manipulative unionised workers who demand the best pay and conditions for their meagre efforts and are quick to down tools to get them. It may be a terrible advert for British industry which rang very true to life of the next two decades but it's a stonkingly good one for British comedy, the one industry in which the Brits are genuinely hard to beat.

The old regime of English industrialism dies off as a war ends, and the new regime begins. But one must learn the business from the ground up, so what better way than to pose as a factory worker? The nephew of the head of the company goes on staff as a line worker, doubles output due to his speed, and creates disorder by simply being more efficient than the cocky vet's on the staff. Management panics as a strike is declared, and chaos ensues. The executives, advertising department, personnel management, warehouse supervisors and regular staff each get their skewering, and who better to act out all these parts than Britain's great comic stock company, which includes Ian Carmichael, Terry- Thomas, Peter Sellers, Dennis Price and Richard Attenborough, as well as a cameo by the ever popular Margaret Rutherford. As the deliciously "Dumb Dora" type, Liz Fraser steals each scene with a double dose of very noticeable attributes, simply adding a pout or a moderately funny line to pop out the viewer's eyes or gain a chuckle.While this is more a commentary on the business side of the British class system, it has certain aspects that American audiences can appreciate as well. At times, the men seem to all be speaking as if having just whiffed helium, and certain eccentricities will provide a different type of amusement for us Yanks than it would for traditional British audiences. Sellers is absolutely unrecognizable here. I easily noticed him in the opening sequence in the first of the two characters he played over his second role.

Script, direction, players: impossible to improve upon. Reminiscent of Swift or Pope: "God and Nature bade self-love and social be the same." Cornfields and ballet, in other words. Immortal and unforgettable lines, as is the delicate question put by the spindle-polisher: "Is them your own teeth ?" The vivid terms trip off the tongue. Garadene swine. Jeropardizing wilfully. Absolute shower (filthy beast). Not properly developed ? Quite a job. Commercial intercourse. Demarcation. Do you think you're Diana Dors ? One of those horrid unions, like the Soviet Union. Revelant. No point in working for nothing. 'Ere, shut the bleeding door ! Export or die: missiles for peace in the Middle East. We have the bird by the bush in the hand. Dismissal for incompetence is totally unacceptable victimization. Up at Balliol summer school you get very good toast and marmalade.Every scene a work of dramatic art. Wonderful cameo of the benefits of Frisko. Especially great is the deft handling by Terry-Thomas, that dynamic bundle, of the Works Committee. Handl and Rutherford in perfect harmonious understanding. In the end you just feel sorry for poor old Fred Kite. He'll never have a better part to play. A masterpiece: the British converse of "On the Waterfront".

To watch this film, you would think that Britain is the center of the universe. Never once do they mention any other country, such as Canada, America, Argentina or Iceland. No, it's all about Britain, Britain, Britain (oh, and Russia). And missiles, missiles, missiles. There are lots of speeches about how important missile production and exports are to the economy of Britain (or is it England, or Great Britain, or GB, or U.K.? I do wish you UKers would make up your mind!) I'm All Right Jack is fine, if you like listening to lots of patriotic propaganda, which I, being an American, love to do. Now I can see why you Brits are always assuming Hollywood is an extension of the U.S. Department of Propaganda and Patriotism, because that's what Pinewood Studios is. I keep reading reviews by Brits complaining about how every American movie they are FORCED to watch is nothing but more American propaganda that doesn't even give credit to England for all the contributions you Englanders have made to civilization over the centuries, like inventing Shakespeare, tabloid journalism and blancmange. Well, America makes missiles, too. How come American missile production wasn't worked into the plot? And we've got unions, too. Why not have an American union official working at the missile plant as a sort of union exchange program, kinda like the role Peter Sellers had in Dr. Strangelove? Now, there's a fine patriotic American war movie that even included a Brit and a Russian in the plot, so quit complaining, England!Peter Sellers delivers a subtle, dramatic performance of the harried union leader whose wife and daughter move out, leaving him to fend for himself, with results along the lines of The Odd Couple, as his boss darns his socks for him.The movie, and in particular the television talk show, Argument, is a remarkably realistic depiction of life in Great Britain today. A rich twit (is "twit" the right word to describe Stanley Windrush? I picked up the odd bit of vocabulary from your excellent documentary television program, Monty Python) seeks fame and fortune in the noble calling of Industry, not too heavy and not too light, wanting at least one afternoon off per week. (Spoiler alert) Yet in the eyes of his co- workers and union members, he is working too hard and seems a mite worn out, so he is sent on an all-expenses paid vacation to Coventry with a bag of cash, a gift from his boss and union. From this it is safe to assume that all Brits are lazy union members, except for the moneyed upper classes, who are lazy twits, and Stanley Windrush, who is a hard working, hard driving forklift driver.But no good deed goes unpunished, and Windrush dumps the cash on the table during an argument on Argument, causing a stampede in front of the cameras. He gets arrested for being a pain in the ass, which is illegal in the United Kingdom, and is sentenced to a year in a very realistically portrayed nudist colony. There, he gets chased across a field by all the pretty girls, wanting him to play with them. That's what happens to me, too, every time I go to a nudist resort. It's torture, and a fitting punishment for the evil Windrush, (spoiler alert) who dies when the union shop steward at Missiles Ltd. targets the nudist colony with a missile that fell off the back of a truck. Serves them right, too. As we all know, Brits are a bunch of preverts practicing their preversion. Have a nice day.