The story? Couldn't really tell ya. It's so scattered and all over the place that I don't know. It feels like there are ten different writers who each went their own way and then decided to Scotch tape it together and call it a movie.
It has a lot of big names associated with it including: Peter Sellers, David Niven, Orson Welles, Woody Allen, Ursula Andress, and more. Just having these names associated with it should have given it some credit. Spoiler: It didn't.
It seems to me like the writers were sitting around getting stoned out of their gourds and at the height of it they threw some words on paper. If they weren't high, they were on psychedelics.
All of the insanity culminates in the final scene. It was so ridiculous that it felt like a Zucker Brothers or Mel Brooks film.
The thing is, there was some solid parody earlier in the film. David Niven playing the straight-laced prudish James Bond was pretty funny. Peter Sellers was Peter Sellers. There was even a recycled joke from the Pink Panther movies about following that car.
Overall I don't know what to think. There were actually a few moments that were amusing but the way in which it was cobbled together felt like it was so haphazard that it had no flow and was very confusing.
I'd say to skip this one unless you've got a morbid curiosity.
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