Doris Day made some pretty bad movies in the final years of her film career, but nothing comes close to this piece of garbage. It is no surprise to learn that Doris was forced to make it by Marty Melcher for the money, there could be no other incentive. Miscast actors made to behave in totally idiotic ways while mouthing inane dialogue may be some peoples idea of "comedy", but this truly is bottom of the barrel stuff. Terry-Thomas tries about one line of a Hungarian accent, then forgets about it for the rest of the movie, Patrick O'Neal looks as though he's walked on to the wrong set at the studio, the direction is virtually non existent, the music is awful and who knew you could get so much light from a couple of candles? This was the only DD movie not in my collection and it is by a large margin the absolute nadir of her career.
