This is the last full-length film Jerry Lewis directed. It's a bizarre, uncomfortable, and nearly avant-garde exercise in stringing together gags and, then of course, pushing those gags to surreal excess. It's also very funny if you can stomach just how far Lewis takes his persona and those gags. Here he is such a loser that he can't even successfully kill himself. The elaborate opening gags where he tries to hang and shoot himself range from brilliantly funny, to strange, to bafflingly stupidly bizarre. The whole thing goes beyond a humor of discomfort to a humor where the entire universe is nightmarishly absurd. After all, having a painting of a horse piss on you is less funny than it is...well I don't know what it is honestly.