Families and cat-lovers will delight in this comedy-mystery (based upon a novel by The Gordons) about DC Randall, Siamese sleuth, who comes home one night from his regular wanderings with a woman's wristwatch around his neck. Patti (Mills), DC's person, takes the wild but accurate guess that the watch belongs to a neighborhood bank teller kidnapped in a robbery only that morning, contacts the FBI, and involves Agent Zeke Kelso (Jones), who's unfortunately allergic to cats, in the case. Three nights of confusion and mayhem follow as the FBI tries to follow their "informant" in the hopes that he'll return to the place he acquired the watch.
DC himself, of course, is the star of the picture--a handsome and talented cat, splendidly trained, who strews chaos in his wake wherever he goes (the sequence in the drive-in on the second night is the stuff classic comedy is made of). Mills, with her distinct British accent, is somewhat less than believable as a California surfer girl, but Jones is, as always, a delightful straight man to the wild improbabilities going on around him. The cast also features Dorothy Provine as Patti's older sister Ingrid; Roddy McDowell as Gregory Benson, who's trying to eel his way into her affections; Tom Lowell as Patti's surfer boyfriend, Canoe; Neville Brand as the tough and sinister bank robber Dan and Frank Gorshin as the mildly maniacal Iggy; and Elsa Lanchester and William Demarest as the Randalls' nosy neighbor and her long-suffering husband. Though lacking in the high-tech gadgetry of more modern films of its kind, the movie also manages a fair degree of suspense (Will DC return to the robbers' hideout in time to save the hostage? Will Benson or Canoe queer the FBI's deal?). While I haven't seen the remake, I suspect the original is superior; even its more physical moments of comedy have a certain grace about them. And certainly there are abundant laugh-out-loud moments. Recommended.