Awkward subplots feature a world-government conflict that only Marlo can solve (the Jimmy Carter lookalike is a tasteless cringe) and a pink cassette of her memoirs that she paradoxically labors over despite believing it needs to be destroyed. Don't miss the cameos of Keith Moon and Alice Cooper, though. Moon (sadly near death) is a flamboyant costume designer, and an unrecognizable Cooper is a well-groomed waiter who performs the film's only semi-listenable song on piano. Seeing a slimmer De Luise tap-dance is another fun surprise.
West probably deserves some leeway, considering she was eighty-something at the time. It's ludicrous to present herself as a lust object who would drive men like Dalton and Hamilton wild, but she does supply an adequate string of one-liners to swat back obvious set-ups such as "I'll keep a stiff upper lip." Har har. (Actually, one pun about director Ernst Lubitsch is quite clever, and there's also her oft-quoted "...or are you just happy to see me?" quip.)
This movie only just manages to stay on the right side of the so bad it's good line. You do have to hand it to her though- most people can barely stand at that age or are in the ravages of dementia. And whilst she was basically a cartoon of the cartoon of herself she made her name with at this point, I think she was having fun.
So, not quite badtastic but if you like camp and kitsch you should probably watch this film.
Mae West is WAY past her prime in this sex comedy, her final film. She plays an over the hill movie star who has just married once again. She hopes to consumate the marriage, but gets interrupted constantly by gymnasts, musclemen, media, fans etc.
At 87 West just seems creepy in the part and the famous lines just don't have the same flare.