Credited cast: | |||
John Lund | ... | Al | |
Marie Wilson | ... | Irma Peterson | |
Diana Lynn | ... | Jane Stacey | |
Dean Martin | ... | Steve Laird | |
Jerry Lewis | ... | Seymour | |
Corinne Calvet | ... | Yvonne Yvonne | |
Lloyd Corrigan | ... | Sharpie Corrigan | |
Don Porter | ... | Mr. Brent | |
Harold Huber | ... | Pete | |
Joseph Vitale | ... | Slim | |
Charles Evans | ... | C.Y. Sanford | |
Kenneth Tobey | ... | Pilot | |
Dick Stabile | ... | Band Leader | |
Rest of cast listed alphabetically: | |||
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Tamba the Chimp | ... | Pierre |
In this sequel film, all the characters remain the same; Al is still unemployed, Jane still has show-biz aspirations for boyfriend Steve; Steve and Seymour are still partners, and Irma is still Irma, which isn't all that easy. Al gets Steve a singing job on television, which is seen by a Hollywood producer. He signs Steve to a long term movie contract, and all hands depart for Hollywood. But, alas, the producer turns out to be an escaped lunatic, and they end up in Las Vegas, where Irma manages to get kidnapped by gangsters, who are very unhappy with Irma. Written by Les Adams <longhorn1939@suddenlink.net>
Wacky comedy where the gags keep coming from every direction. Poor Irma, to get in movies she's got to get to Hollywood with her troupe of friends, agents, boyfriends, and monkeys. Will she make it or will she keep getting on trains to Chicago. It's special fun for us geezers who recall ditzy Irma's popular radio show where Wilson also starred. Then too, the production date is 1950. So, the movie includes such period snippets as: TV is just beginning, Hopalong is a favorite show, and Margaret Truman's singing career is a common joke. Thus it's also nostalgia time for many of us. And oh yes, mustn't forget the glimpse of a rural Las Vegas before it became fun city.
All in all, the flick's a humorous delight that proves even Jerry Lewis is funny in small doses. Here he shares the laugh stage with a dippy Irma, an unexpectedly funny John Lund, and the superlative Pierre who mugs it up in true Chimp fashion. Then too, Martin shows his leading man stuff but unfortunately gets a clunky song to warble. And how about cutie Diana Lynn, sort of an early Debbie Reynolds. Too bad her career was cut short by a stroke.
I could have done without the gangster bit, but at least director Walker keeps things moving. Then too, the various threads aren't always blended but who cares. In short, the 90-minutes manages more than its share of laughs, along with a starting gate for the 50's unforgettable Martin and Lewis.