Woody Allen movie in which he takes a Japanese spy thriller B-movie* and dubs over the voices to turn it into a comedy. Not the chuckle-fest one might expect, but as it's only 80 minutes, it's not long to sit through. In 1966, he hadn't quite hit full stride.
There's quite a lot of gratuitous girl candy - mainly in the Japanese film (the protagonist is sleazier than a Roger Moore Bond) - but there's also a striptease over the end credits with Allen eating an apple in the background and a jibe that if you're reading these credits instead of looking at the girl then there's something wrong with you and you should consult a pshchiatrist or an eye doctor.
Nugget: I won't even bother to recount the plot, except to say that it was a stroke of genius to have the spies fighting over a recipe for egg salad rather than some frumpy code.
* If this is an A-movie, I'm an octogenarian seahorse with period pains.