Racy-for-its-time satire of mid-1960's American (and particularly Southern Californian) sexual mores, this picture features an endless parade of then-familiar faces in often side-splittingly funny cameos. My only complaint (I see some of the other commenters agree with me, some don't): the casting of Walter Matthau, at least with Inger Stevens as his wife. Not to take anything away from Matthau, who was probably the best rubbery-faced, sad-sack looking comic since Buster Keaton, but it's simply beyond comprehension that (1) a woman who looked like the incomparable Swedish beauty Stevens would marry such a schlump and (2) that he would want to cheat on her; it just doesn't ring true to me. But perhaps that's only meant to add to the comedy. At any rate, definitely an artifact of a long time ago in another America far, far away.