Tied for the best movie I have ever seen

That was an excellent one.

Good concept, poorly executed.

Actress is magnificent and exudes a hypnotic screen presence in this affecting drama.

I like Peter Sellers, most of the time. I had never seen him portray an upper-class Brit until this movie. He pulls it off pretty well, although you see bits of Inspector Clouseau in the mix. It doesn't get interesting until Goldie Hawn arrives.I never expected the youthful Hawn to deliver such a solid performance. Her timing was great and her expressions were priceless. The way she alternately shoots Sellers lecherous character down and seduces him is beautiful to watch. Verbal sparring like I've seldom seen from a movie of that era.The last thirty minutes of the movie DOES fall flat. It is worth the let down just to see the first sixty. Hawn is nude for a few glorious seconds early on. Enjoy it...

Guaranteed not to float all the way to the top of Sellers' oeuvre, this middling sex comedy isn't fully cooked, but has a few bright spots. Here the legendary physical and oddball-character comedian portrays a vain, self-assured ladies' man who wishes to (and typically does) bed down with virtually any attractive young lady who comes his way. A known scoundrel, he's the type who can score more than once at a single wedding. One day, into his life comes Hawn, a kooky, alternately giggly and pouty blonde who tests his ability to woo to the extreme. She's ready to end the latest in a string of bad relationships, but doesn't make it very easy for Sellers to simply pick up the baton and run with it. Eventually, they form an unusual but seemingly pleasant relationship. However, that is severely questioned once her prior boyfriend (Henson) makes it known that he'd like her back. The film is filled to the brim with audacious furnishings and clothes of the era (though Hawn stays in one costume for nearly an hour!), not to mention the sometimes amusing teeth of the supporting actors, making it clear why jokes about British dental hygiene have cropped up over the years. Sellers has some amusing little moments within his performance and he does commit to the character, but too often he's given really lame and/or obvious pratfalls with which to work. He and Hawn make an unusual couple, but they do come close to selling it realistically. Hawn actually gets a fairly considerable showcase here in a role not dissimilar from the one she later played in "Butterflies Are Free". She wavers effectively from comedy to pathos, with her excellent sense of timing in place. (She also has a fleeting, partially-obscured nude scene for those interested.) Henson does as much as can be done with his pat character, though Britton lends some nice support as Sellers' business associate. Other notables in the cast include sexy Pagett, as one of Sellers' conquests and a blink-and-miss-it turn from Casenove as one of Henson's Hedonistic friends. Former screen goddess Dors appears as a chunky, slovenly landlady who, along with her husband Comer, is continually bemused by Sellers' active love life. There's nothing life-changing about this film, based on a West End play, but it's a pleasant enough way to pass an hour and a half and features some nice French scenery. Fans of the stars should at least check it out, particularly fans of Hawn. The film captures a moment in time, just beyond the sexual liberation of the 60's, thanks to the birth control pill, yet prior to the bigger excesses of the 70's.

Being a HUGE fan of the late great (etc. etc.) Peter Sellers I was really looking forward to There's A Girl In My Soup. Well............the premise started off strong with Seller as the ladies man who knows what women want to hear and what they need to hear and virtually every female (young and old) simply can't say no to. Considering the age of the movie (34 years and counting and the gratuitous nudity may surprise you) it brought back the free spirit of the 60s'. No condoms, aids, and marijuana was probably considered part of the recommended daily allowance.While on the way to a party Danver meets a young lady (Goldie Hawn) who has just caught her good for nothing boyfriend in lip lock with another female. Since Ted Bundy was only a boy in 1970 she accepts the invitation to Danver's apartment and the most brilliant dialogue between the two is enjoyed for the next 20 minutes.Thats when Danver begins to realize that women are not sex objects, but breathing living human beings with emotions. Hawn does spend the night but Sellers chooses to sleep on the couch.Eventually a healthy relationship happens but despite the two good actors (well, one being the best of the best-Peter Sellers) the chemistry between Danver and Marion is weak. (Hawn had the same problem with Mel Gibson in Bird On A Wire). Goldie has a look on her face like she is kissing her dad and Peter isn't able to hide his boredom either.When they return from a fabulous vacation in France, Danver finds out to his horror that the tabloids have printed that he and Marion were secretly married and chaos begins.Thats when screen writer Terence Frisby makes chaos. The terrific conversation that was enjoyed when Hawn and Sellers first met is now followed by two people that are no longer individuals we care about. Hawn in particular now dives into the stereo type dumb blonde (and in an especially unfunny scene when she embarrasses Peter at a wine tasting test but Sellers sharp wit saves the day with a hilarious liner in the elevator on the way back to his apartment) and eventually you just want her to go away. And the ending? I still had both eyebrows raised after the ending credits started to roll.Recognizing my review as a prejudice approach, I recommend this movie to myself and only true Peter Seller fans. But even they should be warned: this not a Seller's movie in top form.

Peter Sellers and Goldie Hawn team for a kooky romantic comedy...and it's a wash-out? Despite a few pithy, funny one-liners, this May-September romance doesn't go anywhere or give the actors anything special to do. British womanizer Sellers goes back and forth verbally with new 'bird' Hawn before they decide they like each other. London's mod phase must have been petering out around this time, as "There's a Girl in My Soup" has a shabby appearance, with colorless color photography, boring costumes and sets. Even Peter's bachelor pad is mundane. Lots of (disparate) talents involved, yet Terence Frisby's script, adapted from his play, doesn't really make a movie. Most of the jabbering about relationships is eternally fatigued, with a clinker for every laugh. ** from ****