With its jump-cut pacing and frenetic camera motion, Michael Winner's savage satire on the swinging Sixties in general and the advertising industry in particular is clearly a film of its time.

But even if it does show its age, it's true to say that Peter Draper's acerbic script offers plenty of wicked insights amidst the visual confusion.

Most of the best lines are grabbed greedily by Orson Welles' towering advertising chief who tries to bully Oliver Reed's resentful whizzkid into working for him again.

Carol White and Wendy Craig are touchingly vulnerable as prim secretary and ignored wife, and the climatic `award-winning commercial' is a cleverly constructed monument to appalling taste.