The prolific Richard Lester takes a well-deserved rest on this one, but he still makes Terrence McNally’s updated bedroom farce much funnier than it has a right to be. The locale has been switched from the standard Palm Springs motel to a Manhattan gay bath, but the creaky one-liners would still suit David Niven. Jack Weston—on the lam from his wife, Kaye Ballard (don’t worry, she’s not in it very long), and his mobster brother-in-law, Jerry Stiller—settles on the Ritz as the least likely hideout. Standard sexual confusion ensues, but Lester keeps things moving and the sight gags are first-rate.