What's New Pussycat? (1965)

From my favorite movies..

Expected more

It's hard to see any effort in the film. There's no comedy to speak of, no real drama and, worst of all.

I didn’t really have many expectations going into the movie (good or bad), but I actually really enjoyed it. I really liked the characters and the banter between them.

Whatever you think of Woody Allen and his movies, his later ones were certainly better than this one. This was supposed to be the biggest hit of 1965 (the year I was born) and is now considered "dated" by many critics. Actually, I prefer to believe that even in 1965 it was not considered to be great either.The story is about a playboy whom women find irresistibly attractive-namely flirts, nymphomaniacs, etc. and he in turn cannot resist their advances Which is bad because he wants to settle down and marry his fiancée. So what does he do? Consult with a psychiatrist who is messed up in his own right.The movie is meant to be a screwball farce, but it's crazy without being very funny. People run around, bump into each other, and a big chase scene in the end as was common in comedy movies of the day. But ultimately in substitutes silliness for real wit. It's like a mediocre Keystone Comedy that's not family entertainment. You'd get more laughs out of a standard Three Stooges movie.

Dr. Fritz Fassbender (Peter Sellers) has troubles at home. He's treating playboy Michael James (Peter O'Toole) to rid him of his womanizing ways for his fiancée Carole Werner. He is surrounded by the temptations of beautiful women as a fashion magazine editor. His friend Victor (Woody Allen) works at the striptease club. Fassbender lusts after his patient Renée Lefebvre but she's in love with Michael. Then everybody collide in a French countryside hotel.With Peter Sellers and Peter O'Toole, the funniest guy in the movie is Woody Allen as the bumbling guy. It's a little odd that he's not actually the lead although he may have written the best jokes for himself. It's his first acting role and he's already as good or better than the best of their time.

I wouldn't have guessed that Peter O'Toole has such a talent for comedy. Under a messy appearance, the movie, which is one of my favorites, has a clever and funny script. It's one of the best comments on marriage and monogamy, and it benefits from talented actors who, above all, seem to be having fun in their roles. Their enjoyment is transmitted to the viewers, and so it is a genuinely "feel-good" movie. Part sophisticated comedy, part slapstick, "What's New Pussycat" is a wild experience only for those with a strong sense of humor. It never fails to put me in a good mood. The soundtrack is fabulous! Peter O'Toole in his gorgeous forest green jacket is unforgettable.

Watching Peter Sellers playing a lust-crazed German shrink amid gorgeous women, Swinging-Sixties ambiance, and a sparkling Burt Bacharach score should make for a fast-flowing breeze. But herky-jerky direction and a surprisingly amateurish script by first-time filmwriter and actor Woody Allen render "What's New Pussycat" hard to take.Billed a sex farce when it came out in 1965, and rather ahead of its time in that regard, the film presents us with the singular torment of Michael James (Peter O'Toole), a prisoner of his killer charisma who wants to be faithful to lover Carole (Romy Schneider) but can't say no to the many felines who purr for his attention. His analyst Dr. Fassbender (Sellers) and friend Victor (Allen) watch in jealous rage.Sellers was just coming off a near-fatal heart attack, and maybe trying too hard to show he still had game. As Fassbender he leaps, shrieks, rolls on the carpet, yet still seems half the man he was in films like "Waltz Of The Toreadors" and "The Millionairess". He's amusing but underrealized with lines that stretch for laughs he doesn't always get. "You're a monster, and a monster in that order," he bellows at his heavy-set wife. Huh?O'Toole was a sensation at this time from more serious roles; seeing him cut up like this, slamming his skull against doors and slipping off stairs, was a revelation and a marker for later comic turns in better films. Here, he struggles with a role conceived for Warren Beatty, looking almost constipated as one lovely after another drapes herself over him. "Women have always overcome my basic shyness," he explains.Allen was the new guy here, and for that you almost want to cut him some slack. He could have done worse for a first script, like say "Stardust Memories" or "Hollywood Ending". But watching Woody trying to be funny can be almost as painful as watching him try to be serious. "This can't work," he has one early conquest tell Michael. "I'm 34 and you're 12."A more central problem than the three mentioned above were two others behind the camera. Director Clive Donner kills some of the funnier bits with lame blocking (an opening featuring Fassbinder and his wife arguing in a series of dizzying zoom shots sets the chaotic tone) and allows O'Toole to be lit so green at times he appears malarial.Producer Charles K. Feldman seemed more interested in creating "happenings" than films, throwing together talents at random and letting whatever they came up with dictate the final product. In one scene we watch a badly overacting Allen try to kill O'Toole in a sauna, yet the next scene has O'Toole alive and dry in an unrelated group-psychoanalysis scene. I can't write about the ending, not because it would be a spoiler, but because I have no idea what it was about. Neither will you.There's a handful of witty lines in "Pussycat", sometimes even two in a row. That Bacharach/Hal David music is tremendous listening. Tom Jones scored the hit title song, but the songs "Here I Am" (Dionne Warwick) and "My Little Red Book" (Manfred Mann) are even better, the latter especially when danced to by the gorgeous Paula Prentiss.Prentiss is the most beautiful woman I've seen in movies - until she opens her mouth. You could say that "Pussycat" suffers from a similar issue, pretty from a distance, annoying close-up. It has so much sex appeal, it's almost angering how casually it disappoints.