A cartoonist, jealous towards the psychoanalyst of his wife, dispels his jealousy by killing him in his strips. When the psychoanalyst is found dead, he gets in trouble with the police. Pippo Franco's debut as a director is a pretty weak detective story; it shows a lack of ideas and rhythm. It is a far cry from the racy comedies Franco starred in before and after this movie; his quips, which he lavishes on the public with checkered success, are definitely more refined and less lavatorial; but that is not enough for the film to get the passing mark. The screen writing is as lackluster as the acting of the two beauties (a mainstay of the Seventies and Eighties Italian sexy comedy), Janet Agren — who strips down naked to show a statuesque body — and Daniela Poggi. The plot is as flimsy as it gets and only seems to be a pretext to churn out jokes and slapstick gags.
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