Gilligan drives a wood-fired automobile he invented in front of a rear-projection of Hooterville and everyone refuses Phyllis Diller's lascivious advances in this stagey film. It seems like an overlong episode of Petticoat Junction with all the flat yucks, pratfalls, double-takes, and slapstick. Desperately screechy and nearly laugh-free; horses rear, delicate turn-of-the-century townsfolk's sensibilities are offended, Phyllis rides a runaway player piano, and men run for their lives. With all the Rube Goldberg-esque inventions, comedians unsuccessfully yucking it up, and antique automobiles; this film is reminiscent of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Sadly, without the bang all that's left is chitty.
I watched Did You Hear The One About The Traveling Saleslady? on Youtube. I've seen worse. Here's a clip of 1960's era standup in lieu of a clip:
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