Jerry Lewis is a would-be private eye undertaking to locate a missing heir who turns out to be himself in It’s Only Money. Lewis is once again the slapstickler for laughs as of old, sans imitations of Chaplin and Jolson, and when playing himself he plays best.
Lewis herein is television repairman Lester March who has had an overdose of Mike Hammer paperback and yens to be a shamus, as is his friend Peter Flint (Jesse White). They hear about the quest for the missing scion of an electronics tycoon and set out to locate same. Turns out their quarry is none other than Lewis.
That’s about the nub of the screenplay. It makes for a sturdy hook upon which to hang a frolicsome string of cinematic shenanigans ranging from Pearl White cliff-hanging and murderous hayhem as per Peter Lorre to the broadest burlesque on private detectiveness.
Mae Questel is an amusing character, a middle-aged Betty Boop who’s looking for her late brother’s long-lost son and at the same time awaiting her marriage to the family’s attorney. Latter is played villainously in the broadest sense by Zachary Scott.