It had been 15 years since Preminger's last comedy, THE MOON IS BLUE, and he seemed to have forgotten what was funny and what was in bad taste by the time he made this star-studded stinker. Preminger, who died in the spring of 1986, was one of film's most inconsistent directors. In this film, he was at his worst. He'd been looking for a writer for another project when Cannon's script came across his desk as a writing sample and he decided to shoot it. Great sums of money were lavished on this dull attempt at humor that failed on almost every level. Gleason is a one-time racketeer who now lives happily with his wife, Channing, in San Francisco where they own and opera...