Jerry Lewis's first movie in a decade, not counting the aborted The Day the Clown Cried. This one itself hardly seems a finished and polished and publicly presentable piece of work. Plenty of the gags in it could be transplanted in old Jerry Lewis movies without positively contaminating the surrounding material, or sticking out from it in sore-thumb manner, although most such gags tend to be duplications of, or variations on, old material anyway. In between laughs come deadly dry spells, consisting in large part of comedy material that quickly fizzles or fails to ignite in the first place, potentially funny situations without adequately thought-out routines to go with them, jumps in continuity where an anticipated gag never materializes or vanishes in the blink of an eye. Queries that enter the mind about the Jerry Lewis of the Eighties include: is he just too old for this sort of nonsense? or too weary of it? or too rusty? or too sour? or too bitter? or too what? And why are his eyes so horribly bloodshot? And couldn't he have persuaded Murine to donate a carton of their product in exchange for the sort of on-screen plug he gives to Goodyear, Dunkin' Donuts, 7-Up, and Budweiser? (1980) — Duncan Shepherd
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