What's New Pussycat? (1965)

Such a frustrating disappointment

If you don't like this, we can't be friends.

Fresh and Exciting

The thing I enjoyed most about the film is the fact that it doesn't shy away from being a super-sized-cliche;

Review: I know that this is a popular classic with film goers, but I found it a bit silly and not that funny. You can tell that the screenplay was done by Woody Allen because of the strange humour and the sexual content, but as it wasn't directed by Allen, he didn't get the leading role like most of his movies. I did find Peter Sellers quite funny, in a silly type of way, and Peter O'Toole puts in a great performance as the womaniser who was addicted to the chase, but the movie goes a bit to far and I found it slightly over the top. Any man would love loads of women falling at there feet, but this movie proves that it can cause many problems which are hard to get out of. When Peter O'Toole decides to call it a day to is womanising and settle for the woman that he truly loves, all of his previous conquests start coming out of the woodwork which causes havoc for his relationship. It's not the greatest storyline and the director did over exaggerate the point, but there are some funny scenes which are worth a watch. Average!Round-Up: I remember watching this film when I was young and I found it a bit hard to keep up with, but now that I'm older, I still didn't find it that great. Like a lot of Woody Allen's scripts, he manages to get his leg over, after failing so many times, but as he's not the main character, Peter O'Toole beds many beautiful women throughout the movie. I know that Woody Allen was really upset that he didn't get to direct this movie , but maybe it was a good idea by the studio because it would have been completely different. Anyway, I'm impressed with Woody Allen because this was his second movie after the strange What's Up, Tiger Lily, but its still weird humour that I'm struggling to find funny.Budget: $18million Worldwide Gross: N/AI recommend this movie to people who are into there Woody Allen scripts about a womaniser who finds it hard to get married because he can't resist beautiful women. 3/10

I wouldn't have guessed that Peter O'Toole has such a talent for comedy. Under a messy appearance, the movie, which is one of my favorites, has a clever and funny script. It's one of the best comments on marriage and monogamy, and it benefits from talented actors who, above all, seem to be having fun in their roles. Their enjoyment is transmitted to the viewers, and so it is a genuinely "feel-good" movie. Part sophisticated comedy, part slapstick, "What's New Pussycat" is a wild experience only for those with a strong sense of humor. It never fails to put me in a good mood. The soundtrack is fabulous! Peter O'Toole in his gorgeous forest green jacket is unforgettable.

Why perfect? Well it's not the editing, the chase scene at the end looks like Edward Scissorhands did the cutting. It's not the acting - with everyone from Diana Dors to Ursula Andress performing the most outlandish caricatures you could ever imagine. It's also not the effects nor the story - as both are simple, almost too a fault. So why is this film perfect? Here's why. Firstly the film allows truly great performers to perform. Scenes between Peter Sellers and either Peter O'Toole or Woody Allen highlight just how funny truly gifted comedians can be when a camera is on them. There are parts when obviously the script just said "do something insane and funny" and of course they obliged. Secondly it's the setting. Paris of the sixties is shown as sexy and yet innocent, beautiful women in beautiful locations without the connotations that this brings now. It is a Europe of memory - free and swinging and yet chic and fabulous. O'Toole is charming and ultimately suspends disbelief as a foppish playboy desperately trying to use an psychoanalysis to get over his gift of seducing women so he can settle down with his girlfriend. Allen plays the same guy that I love in "Play it Again Sam" albeit a youthful version and Seller's is at his best. Thirdly it is the nostalgia it brings where comedies had ample slapstick. Seller's is in pure Clouseau mode and the wonderful scenes in his group therapy again poke fun at mental illness in a way that could not be done now. The support from Capucine and Paula Prentiss is wonderful. They are so wonderfully politically incorrect (a nymphomaniac and a serial suicide attempter). They play pure sex-objects that are never pure sex objects (if that contradiction makes sense) and deliver and heighten the comedy of the movie. This film is perfect because it could never be made again now. It is a piece of perfect art of a happier time delivered to us by funny great actors. Enjoy it for what it is.

I like the women in this film. They're conventionally beautiful (Romy Schneider), elegantly beautiful (Capucine), sensually beautiful (Paula Prentice), and just ridiculous (Ursula Andress). They contribute to the overall impact of the imagery. It's an appealing LOOKING film.By themselves, though, or even collectively, as part of a horde, they provide the material for humor without necessarily being funny in themselves.That's the problem with the whole movie, which is credited to Woody Allen. There are some exceptional moments in which a viewer laughs or at least smiles, but for the most part, what there is of the story races headlong through its 108 minutes of running time.The plot itself doesn't really matter, and it doesn't have to in order for a film to be a success. In this case, Peter O'Toole is the editor of a fashion magazine over whose handsomeness all women salivate. He seeks treatment from the freaky Doctor Fassbender, Peter Sellers, who is constantly and recklessly in pursuit of women. Various complications ensue. The climax is one of those endings in which, unable to think of anything else, the writers have the principles chasing one another through hotel corridors or on freeways with nothing to say or do -- a farce without Feydeau.The music by Burt Bacharach is of the period and is splendid. There are rip offs or allusions to Wagnerian opera, Richard III, and 8 1/2. All the performers do their best with this pallid stuff. Richard Burton and O'Toole have a clever, mutually puncturing exchange at a bar. Anyone must envy Peter O'Toole's forest green, velveteen sports jacket. Peter Sellers comes closest to being consistently amusing. He's about to commit a Viking suicide on the bank of the Seine, draws a broadsword and clangs it down on a hard object, hurting his hands. He exclaims, "Ach! Verschplunkt!" In the end, though, hysteria and silliness aren't really too funny if they're without substance. If they were, Americans would be laughing themselves senseless over their own politics.