The Franco-Italian brainchild of Dino de Laurentiiiiiiiiiis, wherein David Niven plays the criminal mastermind of a money train robbery carried out by Jean-Paul Belmondo and Bourvil (but no Moustache or Fernandel, sadly for fans of singlularly-named European actors). It’s an enjoyably convoluted caper, even if, like Casino Royale, it inevitably descends into incomprehensibility (it was filmed simultaneously in English and French, and probably makes about as much sense in either).
The lavish budget incorporates plenty of tourist board-approved footage of Euro locations, including a pinstriped Niven boldly striding about Carnaby Sreet in the full flush of its military jacket pomp. The humour is mostly sub-Tati slapstick – cars explode, inflatable chairs propel Niven round a swimming pool in sped-up time; Niven’s brain is so heavy his head periodically tilts to one side with the weight, accompanied by a comedy noise, and best of all Niven’s exposition of the robbery is done via a dodgy animation of himself, in military gear, which gets into cross-talk with the real Brain in time-honoured “what a handsome chap!” style. As with Royale, there’s a great piece of squelchy pop-psychedelia for the theme, by The American Breed.