Between the 1960's and 1980's, practically every American movie star took a vacation to Europe on the pretext of making a movie. These films usually were not very good, formula romance or convoluted espionage or sex comedy or even an epic. This film is a combination of the first three, a rather messy mixture of spy thriller, sex comedy and light romance. Agent Kirk Douglas follows newlywed Marlene Jovert from England to Hungary and back, to the seemingly frozen Russian front and all sorts of picturesque European landscapes. All in the name of spying, sex and silliness.
This is enjoyable in spite of a convoluted, messy structure, oddball characters and rather easy women of various mainland European backgrounds. Douglas, while dashing, isn't exactly the stud muffin he makes himself out to be here, and his efforts to get into Jovert's bed just give off a feeling of unnecessary perversion. Yet, the locations are gorgeous, some of the plot twists amusing, and Jovery's performance clever. But for the life of me, I can't figure out whatever happened to her husband, why she found it necessary to try to seduce the British equivalent of Inspector Clouseau, and why she fell for Douglas's lecherous advances. This is one of those stinkers that you can find a lot of amusement in but still as yourself, "What the heck was that all about?"
This is enjoyable in spite of a convoluted, messy structure, oddball characters and rather easy women of various mainland European backgrounds. Douglas, while dashing, isn't exactly the stud muffin he makes himself out to be here, and his efforts to get into Jovert's bed just give off a feeling of unnecessary perversion. Yet, the locations are gorgeous, some of the plot twists amusing, and Jovery's performance clever. But for the life of me, I can't figure out whatever happened to her husband, why she found it necessary to try to seduce the British equivalent of Inspector Clouseau, and why she fell for Douglas's lecherous advances. This is one of those stinkers that you can find a lot of amusement in but still as yourself, "What the heck was that all about?"