Don't Worry, We'll Think of a Title (1966)A man is mistaken by foreign agents for a defecting cosmonaut and must prove his identity while evading capture. Director:Harmon Jones |
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Don't Worry, We'll Think of a Title (1966)A man is mistaken by foreign agents for a defecting cosmonaut and must prove his identity while evading capture. Director:Harmon Jones |
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Charlie Yuckapuck
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| Rose Marie | ... |
Annie
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| Richard Deacon | ... |
Mr. Travis /
Police Chief
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Joey Adams | ... |
1st Digger
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Andy Albin | ... |
2nd Digger
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| Henry Corden | ... |
Professor Lerowski
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Michael Ford | ... |
Jim Holliston
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Jack Heller | ... |
Mr. Big
(as Jackie Heller)
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Tim Herbert | ... |
Seed /
Samu
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Peggy Mondo | ... |
Fat KEB agent
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| Carmen Phillips | ... |
Olga
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January Jones | ... |
Magda Anders
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Max 'Slapsie Maxie' Rosenbloom | ... |
(scenes deleted)
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Charlie Yuckapuck is mistaken by Klavashian intelligence agents for a defecting cosmonaut named Yascha Nudnik. Charlie works in a diner with his friends Annie and Magda. When Magda inherits a bookstore, Charlie and Annie go to work for her, unaware that the bookstore is crawling with spies seeking to recover secrets stolen by the missing Nudnik. Written by Jim Beaver <jumblejim@prodigy.net>
Even by the dismal standards of mid-1960s spy spoofs (others have titles like "The Last of the Secret Agents?" and "The Maltese Bippy"), this is a forlorn little comedy, shot on Desilu sets and looking like a quickie TV show. Every Desilu TV star on the lot that day puts in a witless cameo (Irene Ryan, Danny Thomas, Carl Reiner); the rest is Rose Marie and Morey Amsterdam, Buddy Sorrell and Sally Rogers in all but name, exchanging lame repartee as a bumbling pair of friends to a nubile bookstore owner (the conspicuously untalented January Jones), all of them caught up in labored international intrigue. Amsterdam co-wrote the screenplay and thus has only himself to blame, but he and Rose Marie look distinctly unhappy amid the low-budget surroundings, and the movie's reputation as a legendary stinker is well deserved. Harmon Jones, who actually has a good movie or two to his credit, directs in a grab-the-paycheck-and-run style that's winceworthy.