Robert Wagner is very good portraying directionless young American, living abroad and working as a bartender, who chances to run into Jill St. John, a former girlfriend from college. She invites him to vacation with her family in Monte Carlo, which begins a series of oneupmanship games with Jill's father, a fanatic for competitive sports. Once Wagner realizes the wealthy titan is only vulnerable against one other person, he turns amateur sleuth in the hopes of exposing his host and his weakness. TV-made film with an apparently large budget, imaginative visual tricks and gorgeous locations. Though quite necessarily told in flashback, it is too bad the script and story are so ritzy that they occasionally confound the viewer, with a nervous breakdown/brainwashing midsection which seems an abstraction. Still good, however, and Wagner is more animated than usual (he often looks wounded or confused, which suits his handsome stoicism). Jill St. John is once again a curvy, haughty dish (in a variety of wacky sunglasses) and Peter Lawford is amazingly controlled and enigmatic as Wagner's adversary.
