I was 15 when I saw this and loved it madly.

"Dr. Strangelove" and this film were truly harbingers of the change that was just around the corner in the late sixties. It was already happening in the most cosmopolitan cities. My friend and I in Houston (a metropolis not yet caught up in the postmodern wave that was starting to happen - it was always at least 5 years behind the two coasts) totally got the black humor provided by the geniuses Terry Southern and Christopher Isherwood in adapting Evelyn Waugh's novel, and, of course Tony Richardson's rather groundbreaking (almost as revolutionary as Kubrick's in ''Strangelove") direction was new and exciting. We both wish now that the film hadn't been cut so much; we especially wish that all of the wonderful Barbara Nichols's role had been left in. Has there ever been a funnier black satire and portrayal of a corrupt completely hypocritical evangelical preacher than Jonathan Winters's "Blessed Revered"? I doubt it. I want to emphasize that Terry Southern was a black comedy genius as a writer, and doesn't get enough credit for either Dr. Strangelove or this movie (but especially "Dr. Strangelove.") The film is a scathingly funny indictment of the vulgarity and reductive materialism of mid-sixties (establishment) America, as well as of old British snobbery.