Group of wolfish businessmen--only one of whom is not married--rent a bachelor-pad for fun nights away from their wives and hire Kim Novak to be their resident play-thing; she agrees, but only because she has plans of her own. Smarmy set-up, surprisingly cynical for 1962, and ultimately a laughless sex farce. The whole scenario is rather offensive, and while the film doesn't exactly push the envelope for bedroom comedies, it's full of limp pseudo-smut, poshly-furnished and yet depressingly lascivious. Kim Novak tries to overcome the situation with her heavy-lidded, low-keyed classiness, but there's not much of a character here and she ends up just being a fashion plate; she's here to be ogled. James Garner is, once again, a handsome hole in the screen. NO STARS from ****
Review of Boys' Night Out
