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I can't get over the fact that Woody Allen wrote the script for this almost unfunny comedy, even though he has created more than enough crazy things in his lifetime. On the other hand, he's one of the few people here who at least occasionally entertains. Granted, Peter O'Toole and Romy Schneider are still a good attraction, but Peter Sellers, for example, irritates me to no end. I was also bothered by the over-theatricality of some of the actors' performances. (45%) (2020.08.22)

Turns out I fell in love with a movie again. This time with this wacky, nymphomaniac crazy comedy, whose main heroes and heroines should all be in straitjackets and locked up in a mental institution. The very funny Peter Sellers, swashbuckling Peter O'Toole, Woody Allen, an army of beautiful women, Bacharach's music and the title song performed by Tom Jones, a screenplay in which wacky situations are interspersed with utter none-sense and absurdities so funny that it's hard to guess how they could have all fit into one movie, and which also happens to look like a real movie and not one long episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus. (2014.02.04)

To witness a nearly touching scene where Woody Allen and Peter Sellers meet in conversation is an experience I have long awaited. Even though this happens in a film so wild that I can't really enjoy it for the most part and I only pick out the most refined gags and overcooked situations, but because I had no expectations whatsoever, I'm not angry, just glad that hidden treasures exist, even though it is sometimes necessary to dig a little more thoroughly in the chest. (2023.12.18)

There is nothing to disappoint or delight us in this film and you simply either like this kind of humor or you don't. I belong to the latter group. This crazy 1960s film, led by the non-actress Andress and Schneider, who is desperately trying to fit in, is a complete waste of time. The gags feel like they are from an animated cartoon glued together with the comedy of Allen and Sellers. (2009.07.29)