"Hang on to your miniskirt."
A movie in which a leathery/horny Dean Martin's attempts to get laid are constantly thwarted in a comedic fashion, partly by the one lady he should definitely be having sex with. If that doesn't sound appealing, I don't know what else to tell you.
Let me be clear, The Wrecking Crew is as dumb as a bag of hammers. But I mean that in the nicest way possible. It's the fun brand of dumb, the kind that is perpetually glossy and infinitely watchable. And as with spy contemporary Hammerhead, it's worth seeking out just for the leading ladies: Nancy Kwan; Tina Louise; Elke Sommer (one of my faves from this era); and of course, the ever-entrancing Sharon Tate.