Through an incredible combination of circumstances way too bizarre for me to relate, psychology graduate student Kim Novak has found four human lab rats for her thesis on the mating habits of the American suburban male for professor Oscar Homolka. The four specimens are James Garner, Howard Duff, Howie Morris, and Tony Randall and they have some fantasies too. Yearning for the days of carefree bachelorhood, they get Garner, the only single one in the group, to rent a really nice apartment on the Upper East Side on East End Avenue that will come complete with Kim Novak. They all have different assigned days with her. Each one has his Boy's Night Out.
By the way for those of you not from New York or familiar with it, East End Avenue is about as high rent as you can get. What our would be Lotharios get for $200.00 a month, a steal because real estate agent Jim Backus can't get it off his hands because a notorious murder was committed there would go for between $5000.00 and $10,000.00 now.
Although there are some very funny moments including an anarchic climax when wives, Janet Blair, Patti Page, and Anne Jeffreys, meet up with the men in the ideal pad with private detective Fred Clark and a crazy eavesdropping neighbor Ruth McDevitt, Boy's Night Out falls short of a classic by about five lengths. It really needed a director like Leo McCarey or Gregory LaCava or even a more cynical guy like Billy Wilder to bring it off.
The material itself was getting kind of out of date by then. At times it was like a long episode of Three's Company. Still with as bright and talented a cast as this, you can't go too far wrong watching Boy's Night Out.
By the way for those of you not from New York or familiar with it, East End Avenue is about as high rent as you can get. What our would be Lotharios get for $200.00 a month, a steal because real estate agent Jim Backus can't get it off his hands because a notorious murder was committed there would go for between $5000.00 and $10,000.00 now.
Although there are some very funny moments including an anarchic climax when wives, Janet Blair, Patti Page, and Anne Jeffreys, meet up with the men in the ideal pad with private detective Fred Clark and a crazy eavesdropping neighbor Ruth McDevitt, Boy's Night Out falls short of a classic by about five lengths. It really needed a director like Leo McCarey or Gregory LaCava or even a more cynical guy like Billy Wilder to bring it off.
The material itself was getting kind of out of date by then. At times it was like a long episode of Three's Company. Still with as bright and talented a cast as this, you can't go too far wrong watching Boy's Night Out.