Blake Edwards's splenetic attack on his own home and place of business: Hollywood. But the Hollywood of his mind is a good dozen years out of date. The characters, true to the satiric intent, are all rather interestingly unpleasant (if all also rather generalized and overdrawn), with Robert Preston having more than his fair share of good lines as a dissolute M.D. But the film-within-a-film is like a relic of the late Sixties: a thirty-million-dollar, cotton-candy musical called Night Wind, with the song "Polly Wolly Doodle" as its centerpiece production number. When this extravaganza bombs unexpectedly (?) at the box-office, the distraught director's plan to salvage it is to shoot and splice-in some new material, giving the public What They Want -- namely, sex, sex, sex -- and in particular an intimate look at the "boobies" of his Julie Andrews-like wife (played by Julie Andrews, who is Edwards's wife in real life). Nothing in all of this is quite as unbelievable -- in the most literal sense -- as the revealed "boobies" themselves. Both of which give the viewer more to ponder in Julie Andrews's psyche than just her newfound immodesty. With William Holden, Robert Webber, Richard Mulligan, Robert Vaughn, Larry Hagman. (1981) — Duncan Shepherd
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