This movie has everything: psychedelic montages, oiled-up Turkish wrestling, nymphomaniacs, emerald heists, belly dancers, lonely lighthouse keepers, mute acrobatics, mechanical parrots, and Robert Morley’s eyebrows. Not to mention the DNA of Ocean's Eleven and the inspiration for Tom Cruise’s ceiling-suspended CIA break in from Mission: Impossible.
Stupid me had no idea until after watching it that this was directed by Jules Dassin, director of Rififi and father of the modern heist film. If you can make it past the weird (very ‘60s) opening and the pretty terrible direct address monologue by Melina Mercouri, this is a delightful technicolor caper with a light touch. A well-deserved best supporting actor Oscar for Peter Ustinov.