I played this movie when I managed a theatre in Tucson, Az. I believed it opened on Friday and closed on Wednesday. It's not even bad enough to be good. I've always felt bad for Phil Silvers. Thank God nobody saw this abomination!

After some lively credits featuring helicopter shots and a promising opening sketch focused by delightfully fast editing, all this goodwill is quickly nullified by director David Winters' unmercifully mundane and totally irritating television style direction, complete with incessantly clumsy and wholly unnecessary close-ups. I'll admit there were also a large number of zoom shots that I assume were carefully planned to emphasize (1) the total inadequacy of everyone involved in this production, including the producers, the directors and all the players, particularly the star, Bert Convy; and (2) the movie's extremely limited production values. What I saw of the screenplay seemed to me to be a rip-off of "Shampoo". I didn't stay long enough to find out for sure.