There's nothing stupid about Billy Wilder's snappy take on the sex war. Rat Pack bad boy Dean Martin is the lounge lizard Lothario trapped in a backwater town after his car breaks down. Prone to headaches unless he gets his daily lay (aren't we all?), he's a sitting duck for the manipulative attentions of a scheming local songwriter (Ray Walston) who's desperate to hit the big time - - even if it means hiring local whore Polly the Pistol (Kim Novak) to charm his rampant trousersnake.
Condemned as "morally repulsive" by the Catholic League of Decency in 1964, Wilder's farce still has the power to ruffle a few feathers. But then that's the point: a smart satire of the evil that men do, usually to women, it's an uncomfortably close-to-the-knuckle outing with Dino gamely sending up his crooning, swooning, bedrooming persona.