Review of John Goldfarb, Please Come Home!

An out of control comedy typical of the 1960's, which produced many of the most self indulgent comedy movies of all time in my opinion. Seemingly bereft of coherent planning or discipline, with a half baked script without any wit or sophistication, which resorts to frantic shouting and and sub Keystone Cops slapstick to try and conceal an almost complete lack of plot, character development or amusing dialogue. I presume they were relying heavily on improvisation save the day, but if so, little of value comes of it. (From what I have experienced, improve can provide the cream on the cake, but is seldom a satisfying substitute cake in itself.) The Swinging 60's was a something of a Golden age for the arts, as the World shook of the post WW2 blues, a time of innovation and experiment, some of which worked and others not so much. This is an example of self indulgent twaddle of the highest order, where I'm sure everyone involved had a high old time while making it, but when considering it in retrospect will flush with embarrassment. The attitudes it displays toward Arab culture and women in general appear cringe worthy in the current political climate, but may provide some relief from the tedium for those who can enjoy the retrospective lack of political correctness. Also model train enthusiasts, such as Sir Rod Stewart, may enjoy it for it's extensive use of model railways. Journeymen and veterans like Wilfred Hyde White, Harry Morgan and Jim Bacchus grin and bear it, while picking up a no doubt generous paycheck. While those who have admired the past work of Shirley MacLaine and Peter Ustinov will wonder how they justified this to their artistic conscience? In my opinion a strong contender for worst movie ever made.