Poor Fish

It's Only Money is the perfect title for a Jerry Lewis picture. His movies never mean anything more than money, and they never make anything less than a lot of it--none of the 26 films he has made has cost more than $2,000,000, and all have grossed more than $5,000,000. Money, as it happens, is a good deal better than most of them, and can conscientiously be recommended as a satisfactory substitute for thumbsucking, rattle-banging, kitchy-koo or water play.

Hee-Hee-Hero Jerry, a TV repairman whose knob is on the fritz, stands to inherit a billion dollars, but he doesn't know it. An unscrupulous attorney (Zachary Scott) and his sinister sidekick (Jack Weston) know it very well, and they decide to make worm food of Jerry before Jerry finds out. The sidekick tries to run him down with his big, black, shark-shaped limousine--Jerry falls in a manhole just in time. The sidekick tries to prang him with a high-powered rifle--Jerry is so jerky that the punk just can't hold him in his sights. The sidekick tries to blow him up along with a small sailboat--Jerry is snagged in the behind by a fishhook and yanked overboard three seconds before the boat explodes.

Best bit: Jerry, always helpful, grabs a fish pole from a lady angler when she gets a bite, yanks on it hard, loses the fish, staggers backward, tangles poles with another angler, staggers backward knocking over anglers, poles, bait buckets, lunch baskets and trash cans, till at last he winds up splat in the middle of the first this-is-me-and-the-big-fish-I-caught snapshot ever taken with the subject's head in the fish's mouth.

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