For those who took in a simple-minded excursion entitled "Rescued By Rover", I would recommend to set your expectations for this picture at precisely the same level. Lewin Fitzhamon's "No More Hats Wanted" may live up to its name, but that is the highest compliment it can be given.
The filmatic equivalent of a quilt stitched from a combine of nainsook and calico, it show-cases Mr. Fitzhamon's directatorial style to a "T": puerile pandering is at its finest (or, should I say, ugliest?). This film's success only further cements the entertainment industry adage that if you give the public scenes of people wearing all manner of hats, the dunder-pates will be clamoring to see it again and again. Any traces of a plot-line have been swept clean away, and what remains is a patchwork of flotsam discarded from pre-ceding attempts at auteurisme.
If features such as this continue to be produced, salvaging our amoral hat-indulgent populace would be in vain. Still, I cannot bring myself to saddle this film with a score lower than twenty per-cent, as many of the hats captured on film were indeed comical in nature.