Stephen Fry says of P.G. Wodehouse – “You don’t analyse such sunlit perfection, you just bask in its warmth and splendor”. This is true – there is nothing in depth about Wodehouse’s work, in which each and every time the lovable fop – who could be played by a more unfortunate looking Hugh Grant – wins the girl in the end after a series of comic misunderstandings.
The premise of Laughing Gas is that an English Lord, Reginald the Third Earl of Havershot, whilst holidaying in Hollywood finds himself in need of a dentist. At the very same time, Joey Cooley – child star and general mischief – himself undertakes the dentist’s laughing gas. The two (of course!) swap body and much silliness ensues. Moderately entertaining, although I am more fond of Jeeves.