Watching THE MILLIONAIRESS: Wow, this movie is not even close to being as good as I recalled it, and I remember it not being that great to begin with. I don't know if it's the early generation of EastmanColor film, an aesthetic choice by the director and/or cinematographer to shoot everything through dusty gauze or just a terrible digital transfer [maybe the film's negative as been lost and they had to use a safety print?], but it's as visually pallid as the jokes are oversold. Peter Sellers still outacts the bejeezus out of Sophia Loren -- the body looks familiar, but I'm having difficulty recognizing the actress who broke-a my heart in Vittorio De Sica's TWO WOMEN the same year. Then again, I don't see the hand of Anthony Asquith or George Bernard Shaw in this movie either.
You can't judge a book by its cover, but you can get a pretty clear idea of what a movie will be like by its promotional pop song:
I always liked Sellers & Loren's other single, "Bangers and Mash," but now I don't think I want to seek out and watch whatever movie that song is supposed to promote.