This film by the great Jerry Lewis rates in my top three worst films of all time. It is up there with Vanilla Sky and Mothman Prophecies. Oh how the mighty have fallen. A good gift for a relative or work colleague that you HATE. At least that way, you will associate some laughs with the movie! The Great man looks tired and distracted and the once razer sharp "slapstick" Lewis built his career on is ironically that of another kind. The film has a look that makes a shoe-string budget look like something to aspire to, and the direction gives the film a "fragmented" feel. Indeed, it is difficult to reconcile Lewis' efforts here in light of his earlier works, the bulk of which are above average, with some, such as "The Bellboy" being works of true comedic genius. One might think that with time and the "honing" of ones skills, and the hindsight that allows one to look back and see what "works" and what does not, Lewis should never have, or have been allowed to have, made this movie. Thankfully, he has enough work of substance in the genre to keep this aberration an ugly footnote to his career.
Review of Slapstick of Another Kind
