An awful movie version of the Neil Simon stage hit. Frank Sinatra is woefully miscast as a Jewish mama's boy who invites younger (MUCH YOUNGER) brother Tony Bill to live with him and join in on his swinging lifestyle. The great Lee J. Cobb and Molly Picon are ideal as their overbearing parents, but the genealogy just doesn't mesh. The entire cast is at sea with what is really an unfunny script and even foxy leading ladies Jill St. John and Barbara Rush are upstaged by the the film's art direction (Sinatra's apartment is a quintessential '60s bachelor pad!) It's difficult to know what in this film could have appealed to Sinatra, he's way too old and completely unconvincing in a role perhaps better suited for Jerry Lewis (yes, Jerry Lewis) or even Tony Curtis. Directed, with extreme dullness, by Bud Yorkin.
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