O Segredo do Meu Sucesso

An amusing concept irregularly executed. A man who always follows his mother's advice to "help other people, and never look for the evil in them" is catapulted through a series of promotions, beginning as a flatfoot cop investigating lovely Stevens for murder to the dictator of a central American nation. In every case he is easily duped by the lovely criminals he encounters, and likewise in every case his mother intercedes after the fact with a little well-placed blackmail to advance him.

Probably appeals more to British audiences. The comedy is uneven, with few laughs but charming performances by Jones as a self-serving revolutionary and Jeffries, who appears (Sellars-like) in four parts. Worth it only to the most die-hard black comedy fans.

A bumbling bobby, with the aid of his mother, rises through the P.D., becomes the leader of a Latin-American revolution and inherits a fortune. 1st Stella murders her husband and buries him in the basement, then Honor raises St.Bernard size spiders and commits her spouse to a mental institution and Shirley cons the hero into the revolution. All without the knowing sense of the hero, aided and abetted by his mother plottings.

What a wacko plot! The should have made this with John Cleese as the star and it would have been a bigger hoot.

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.

The cast is intriguing, with Shirley Jones, Stella Stevens, and Honor Blackman playing three femmes fatales and British character actor Lionel Jeffries pulling an Alec Guinness ("Kind Hearts and Coronets") or Peter Sellers ("Dr. Strangelove") by playing several different roles.

The production values aren't up to par for an MGM release, as the film has a low-budget British feel. But despite its shortcomings, THE SECRET OF MY SUCCESS (1965) is a fairly amusing black comedy.

Arthur Tate (James Booth) lives by his mother's advice to have faith in people and not go looking for evil. And that blind faith has carried him up to positions of wealth and power. Or so he thinks. The true secret to Arthur Tate's success in life is his naïvité, coupled with his clever mother's gift for persuasion (extortion?).

Throughout his various careers, Tate encounters beautiful women who may not be the innocent victims they'd have him believe. Does Stella Stevens know more about her husband's disappearance than she lets on? Is Honor Blackman telling the truth about the mutant spiders? Is Shirley Jones really only staging a political coup for a movie? Tate is willing to give the beautiful women the benefit of the doubt.

Tate's mother (Amy Dalby), however, sees through the lapses in her son's logic and pulls some strings behind-the-scenes to secure him the promotions and transfers he attributes to his faith in human goodness.

The movie is cheap-looking and pretty silly (spiders the size of St. Bernard dogs!), but I give it the benefit of the doubt for knowing how silly it is (unlike some schlocky low-budget flicks). This is an off- beat British comedy about murderesses, potentially mad scientists, blackmail, giant spiders, bloodless revolutions, bodies in the cellar, and corpses under the sofa.

The three leading ladies look wonderful: Stevens as a redhead, Blackman her usual blonde, and Jones as a brunette. They have Tate and just about every other male character eating out of their hands, as femmes fatales often do. (Interestingly all three women play characters named after flowers: Violet, Lily, and Marigold.)

Jeffries is always recognizable in his various guises, but it doesn't get in the way of the film.

The ending of the movie is a nice touch of black comedy, proving yet again that Mrs. Tate's advice is rubbish: people should NOT be trusted.

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".