O Segredo do Meu Sucesso

not great. but nice. an ironic story, a decent cast, few scenes with monsters, three beautiful actresses and Lionel Jeffries in a collection of characters. it is far to impress but can be not bad occasion of entertainment. a crazy script, a wise mother and a naive son. levels of a bizarre/unrealistic career and acceptable humor. in fact, a parody and puzzle of usual parts from dramas/thriller/horror of period. a play without great ambitions but acceptable for a rainy afternoon refuge. the acting, like the story is only an exercise to give some soul to a chaotic script. unique sparkle - Amy Dalby performance. result - easy form of fun and a gray movie.

"The Secret Of My Success" is an excessively talky and largely unfunny black comedy, but there are a few saving graces: eye-popping cleavage shots of all three leading ladies (all appearing separately, in three different segments), an unexpected giant-spider attack (!), and a surprise ending. ** out of 4.

I've just viewed the gorgeous print recently shown on TCM, and I can assure the previous reviewer, and anyone else who has seen a pan and scan copy, that the film is no better in pristine condition than it is otherwise. James Booth is deadly dull as the lead, Lionel Jeffries is obviously trying to channel the spirit of one of Peter Sellers multi-role performances, and the story is ineptly developed. The giant spiders are vaguely amusing but gosh, I went to see Eight Legged Freaks the day before I watched this, and the spiders in that film were a lot more fun.

and that's, "How did this inane project ever get greenlighted?" It's a particularly peculiar secret, considering the largely topnotch cast (Shirley Jones, Honor Blackmun, Stella Stevens and Lionel Jeffries) and sensational production values (art direction, costuming, set decoration and special effects) provided by MGM. Why lavish such professional sheen on an inane script, listless direction and a colorless leading man. Sadly, in fact, James Booth deserves most of the blame. He gives such a bland performance, Jones, Blackmun, Stevens and Jeffries are forced to shamelessly overact just to pump some life into the scenes. Given the script, even the best of funnymen couldn't have made much out of "Secret …". However, just imagine how much better it would have been were the leading man Benny Hill.

I have to mention this. Those who only saw Honor Blackmun in "Goldfinger" cannot appreciate how genuinely beautiful she is. Blackmun has never looked better, even when one is distracted by the question, "Is she, or is she not going to fall out of her blouse?" I give "The Secret of My Success" a "4".

Arthur Tate (James Booth) inherits 15 million pounds and reveals the secret of his success. He recounts his rise starting as a constable in a small town. Violet Lawson (Stella Stevens) comes looking for her missing husband. With the help of his mother, it leads to more success over and over again.

As a comedy, there is nothing that funny. It's a little quirky in spots but there are no laughs to be had. As a horror, the giant spiders are obviously walking around in miniature recreations. It's old timey special effects. It's cheesy without being scary and it comes out of nowhere. It's very weird and it's short-lived. This is an odd film. It's a jarring mixture. These are almost individual vignettes. They barely hold together. Separately, they are mostly inferior comedies and only fit for British black comedy fans. Arthur Tate is sort of like an Insp. Clouseau type character where he fails upwards. Only he does it in an unfunny way.