Producers have labored mightily to bring forth a mouse. Rosalind Russell is the emasculating mother of Robert Morse, sired by Jonathan Winters who is dead, but stuffed and carried around by his widow as she and son travel about. Barbara Harris is the nymphet chippie who puts the make on Morse so successfully that he kills her in a psycho-substitution for his ma. Hugh Griffith is an ageing lecher eyed by Russell as her next victim.
Despite multi-colored wigs and a game attempt, Russell falls flat. Morse has an appealing, winsome quality which certain film roles will fit, but not this one. Harris does rather well, however, and Griffith is up to the demands of his role. Winters gets the best comedy material, but it clashes with the rest. Film was shot on Jamaica locations, which adds color, but to no avail.