Desperate to win the girl of his dreams, timid short order cook Stanley Moon sells his soul to the devil (aka George Spiggott) for seven wishes. With the magic words 'Julie Andrews' he becomes everything from a rock star to an intellectual to try and impress her. But the 'horned one' has a wicked sense of fun (he tears the last page out of Agatha Christie novels) so things never quite go according to plan.
If you enjoy a diet of satire, python and the fast show, you will see a feast of mirth, some however may see it as very snooty and public school humour, others too dated. I think the production is good for 1967, I like Cook and Moore, distantly insane and daft, (although my admiration of Cook's genius is fading) their impact on modern humour is undeniable. I enjoyed this film, though if you don't already know and like them, this film probably won't change that.