In Boys’ Night out, four grown men, genus Americus Suburbicus, rent a town pad on the co-op plan for the express purpose of sharing, one by one, an illicit evening per week with a voluptuous and accommodating blonde. Red-blooded male audiences will be astonished to discover that boy one does nothing but gab, boy two nothing but putter, boy three nothing but eat, and that boy four ups and marries the girl.
Since the element of story surprise, so vital in humour, is completely absent in the Ira Wallach screenplay, adapted by Marion Hargrove from a story by Arne Sultan and Marvin Worth, the audience is forced to seek comedy rewards in isolated doses – individual gags and situations.
Kim Novak slinks and purrs through the role of the object of all this extra-marital monkeyshine, an upstanding young post-grad sociology student who is secretly compiling data for a thesis on Adolescent Sexual Fantasies in the Adult Suburban Male. James Garner seems comfortable in the part of the number one son-of-a-gun who wins her heart. Tony Randall and Howard Morris (television funnyman in his screen bow) walk off with comedy honors.