Madame Rosepettle (Rosalind Russell) arrives at a Caribbean resort for a vacation with quite a menagerie, her 24 year old son (Robert Morse) who acts like a 5 year old, his stamp collection and telescope, a pair of Venus Flytraps, her tank of pet piranhas and her dead husband (Jonathan Winters-who serves as narrator) who she's had stuffed and travels with them in his coffin that she keeps in the closet. While they're there the hotel's babysitter Rosalie (Barbara Harris) falls for the infantile young man while Madame is pursued by a crazy ship captain, Commodore Roseabove. Got that? The cast is game, the production design impressive and the costuming, especially for Roz, elaborate. Wait until you get a load of Miss Russell's ever changing wigs in various pastel colors, pink, golden and green among them. Oddball film is different, how much you like it depends on how game you are for outlandish cinema. It's theatre of the absurd and the kind of whack-a-doodle thing that could only be produced in the 60's.
