This, the first time Woody Allen wrote and played in a film, is indeed an easygoing laugh-a-minute introduction to his unmistakable neurosis humor, though it is not a proper introduction to the height of his genius as a writer or an on-screen persona, which in its cinematic infancy here is in its mostly widely recognized distillation, an intellectual nebbish whose life is a never-ending uphill battle to deduce why he can't score with any women. Like his first three efforts at the helm, What's Up, Tiger Lily?, Take the Money and Run and Bananas, What's New Pussycat? is a prime example of the swinging '60s vogue, but whereas in Take the Money and Run, for instance, his cinematic approach hearkens back to early documentaries and silent comedies, this romp is under the much more generic direction of Clive Donner, who had before been an assistant director.
But even as an especially commercial production with a then modern pop soundtrack, which absorbed the movie lots of success (though the most memorable use, a Dionne Warwick track, was much overlooked), and a slapdash editing job, it has some impressive elements not limited to the wit and inspired silliness contributed by Woody. Peter O'Toole had already done Lawrence of Arabia, Becket and Lord Jim before this silly little farce, which was a cool and slick showcase of his range. He plays a strapping, earnest young man who struggles to remain faithful to his fiancé but cannot seem to avoid women who want to sleep with him. Peter Sellers plays his analyst, a Deutsche pervert who hates his nagging, brutish wife and proposes to follow his patient O'Toole and "study his behavior." Sellers provides one of his most hilarious performances, making it seem so easy to alternately embellish and subdue his Germanic caricature while completely inhabiting his ridiculous '60s swinger get-up.
So this is a classic screwball sex comedy of its time and captures the era not in the material, or even in production value, but in sight and sound. The movie was a box-office success, appealing of course to date moviegoers and mainstream audiences who saw the names Peter O'Toole, Peter Sellers, Capucine, Ursula Andress, Tom Jones and Burt Bacharach, but also, surely, to those who were cynical of the gender double-standard as well as Sellers' Teutonic psychiatrist. But yeah, definitely well worth a look, full of laughs.
But even as an especially commercial production with a then modern pop soundtrack, which absorbed the movie lots of success (though the most memorable use, a Dionne Warwick track, was much overlooked), and a slapdash editing job, it has some impressive elements not limited to the wit and inspired silliness contributed by Woody. Peter O'Toole had already done Lawrence of Arabia, Becket and Lord Jim before this silly little farce, which was a cool and slick showcase of his range. He plays a strapping, earnest young man who struggles to remain faithful to his fiancé but cannot seem to avoid women who want to sleep with him. Peter Sellers plays his analyst, a Deutsche pervert who hates his nagging, brutish wife and proposes to follow his patient O'Toole and "study his behavior." Sellers provides one of his most hilarious performances, making it seem so easy to alternately embellish and subdue his Germanic caricature while completely inhabiting his ridiculous '60s swinger get-up.
So this is a classic screwball sex comedy of its time and captures the era not in the material, or even in production value, but in sight and sound. The movie was a box-office success, appealing of course to date moviegoers and mainstream audiences who saw the names Peter O'Toole, Peter Sellers, Capucine, Ursula Andress, Tom Jones and Burt Bacharach, but also, surely, to those who were cynical of the gender double-standard as well as Sellers' Teutonic psychiatrist. But yeah, definitely well worth a look, full of laughs.