Look at the actors, the writing, the music! How can this film miss? Well, it does, and badly. Despite having a few marvelous bits and great support work by Astaire, Jeffries, and others, Lemmon gives his worst career performance. He doesn't seem to have a clue as to what his character is really about. And neither do we. One minute he's a naive simpleton, the next he is cunning and diabolic. When did he get transformed so dramatically? Quine doesn't give us a clue. This is the third movie where Quine works with Lemmon and Novak. All have their moments, but all are quite unevenly directed. Skip it.