Jack Cassidy, as a suave and slimy but well-dressed corporate killer, gives us a glimpse of old Polaroid photography, early TV, and a "transistor radio," while determining who will climb his employer's corporate ladder. Jocelyn Lane plays his unsuspecting bathing-beauty fiancee, an heiress-to-be. (Funny tongue-in-cheek scene where the fiancee's father obliquely asks whether Cassidy's character photographs nude women--though neither will say the words.) Cassidy's later ludicrous beatnik disguise is quite entertaining, and reminds me of a Peter Sellers bit. And AH himself always has a couple of witty tidbits for us.