Terrible 60s comedy which was first of a three picture deal between Joe E. Levine and Marcello Mastroianni - it would have left both wondering what they were thinking. It's got a premise which could arguably have been made into something - a sculptor has trouble telling the difference between fantasy and reality and reports his gangster neighbour as being murdered - but it's a mess.
Raquel Welch pops up as a woman with the hots for Mastroinanni, for no good reason other than he's the star of the film; she wears a variety of different outfits and doesn't do much else but it's not her fault this is awful. Lots of Italian actors gesture, bombs are set off, everyone acts energetically, it doesn't make any sense and it's highly unlikely you'll care about any of it.
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