After they bribed Kirk Douglas to appear in this movie, with just enough left over to convince Eli Wallach to abandon his dignity, they must not have had any money left over for such trivialities as original music composition. So they bought the rights to some Bewitched out-takes. Gets worse, though. Douglas goes out on a date with a dish to a nightclub where they dance the Swig or the Swoop or the Boof or something, and then get into a fake car in front of a green screen.
And he's already a half-century old. He's not getting 22-year-olds in any universe outside of Hollywood movies.
I sure hope this is Kirk Douglas's worst movie b/c I'd hate to find one worse.
