A film that deserves to be better known. Adapted and produced by Norman Krasna from his 1958 Broadway play, as smoothly directed by George Sidney it adroitly transcends it's theatrical origins, with a plot that makes 'North by Northwest' look like Bresson; and a farcical climax that does for the Empire State Building what Hitchcock's film did for Mount Rushmore.
Real-life husband & wife Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh make attractive leads (the latter looking even cuter than usual in Jean Louis), while Dean Martin is where he belongs leading the excellent supporting cast (as well as singing the title song), in which James Whitmore is a standout as the bona fide FBI agent whose ulcer is further aggravated by this particular assignment.
Real-life husband & wife Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh make attractive leads (the latter looking even cuter than usual in Jean Louis), while Dean Martin is where he belongs leading the excellent supporting cast (as well as singing the title song), in which James Whitmore is a standout as the bona fide FBI agent whose ulcer is further aggravated by this particular assignment.