A catatonic Goldblum erases his personality and is as interesting to watch as someone in a coma. Starts as an absurdist comedy but by the end jokes are AWOL. Does Landis believe he's making a suspense mystery? Farnsworth delivers a long explanatory speech near the end, indulging the writer's deluded belief that we care about plot machinations in light entertainments. The Big Sleep (1946) already proved we don't.