Like a rancid old sock, the old male customs stink. The film culminates not with a tally but with a cynical bouquet of forget-me-nots that the character assassin gives to the protagonist. She should just not recover from your trauma and probably be finally trampled. One of the worst roles of Peter Sellers. The only justification of this piece is that of a historical evidence for the contempt of women in the 60s.
Review of The Battle of the Sexes
