Film

Old Mother Riley Overseas

Name: Old Mother Riley Overseas
Released: 1943
Cast: Arthur Lucan, Kitty McShane, Morris Harvey, Fred Kitchen, Magda Kun

Comedy
Light-hearted

A 1943 British music-hall comedy where Old Mother Riley, a sharp-tongued Dublin charwoman, ends up in wartime Portugal after being swindled out of her pub license. Arthur Lucan's drag performance is the show—a loud, physical, endlessly inventive character who steamrollers through every scene. It's broad, silly, and made for audiences who wanted noise and laughs during the war.

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