An inordinately delightful comedy and very human as such - a wee Scottish lassie constantly harassed by her father (excellently played by Wilfrid Lawson) is left alone by his death with - to her great amazement - some unexpected inheritance, with which she decides to go to Vienna. As a totally inexperienced traveller and with her dog in the luggage as well, she gets into all kinds of difficulties, as she knows no other language than her native tongue, while Michael Redgrave happens to be on a business trip in the same direction as a salesman of washing machines, speaking both French and German poorly with the aid of some pocket dictionary. He comes to the rerscue of wee Barbara Mullen a number of times, while she usually objects to his advances, sticking firmly to her principle of independence as an unbending "sticker to the truth". In Vienna she meets with a count (Albert Lieven) who in the 30s with all the family fortunes and properties since 400 years lost after the war, a bankrupt aristocrat, finds some hope in her, believing her to be a god-sent millionairess, while she is only charmed by him and has no idea of his poverty or how he uses her. There are many hilarious scenes, especially in connection with language difficulties, and Michael Redgrave has a hard time sticking to his continuous efforts of saving her, but ultimately the final saviour of all troubles and problems appears to be the washing machine. The whole film is basically very human with many dreams and illusions embellishing a reality which no one really sees how hard it is - except the bankrupt count.
