Three on a Couch (1966)

I must admit to having a perverse fascination for Jerry Lewis, somewhat akin to the masochistic pleasure I get from unzipping scabs. How anyone beside retarded four-year-olds can find this guy funny is utterly beyond me. Jerry's biggest mistake was breaking up with Dino, who was always far more talented in every way, even and especially as a comedian. Jerry Lewis' awesomely overinflated ego is in evidence in nearly every frame of this awful, awful, AWFUL movie, from every bit of painfully unfunny 'business' he gives himself to the multiple roles he unsuccessfully assays. Like nearly all of his solo efforts (especially those that he also directed, and that includes "The Nutty Professor", another grossly overrated film), this movie is UTTER TORTURE to sit through if you have a functional brainstem. JERRY LEWIS SUCKS! HE IS NOT FUNNY. Why is he still alive and Dino's dead? (Well, maybe the liquor and cigarettes had something to with it.)