Directed by: Robert Stevenson
Starring: Hayley Mills, Dean Jones, Dorothy Provine
This is the reason that dog movies are much more popular than cat movies: because when you have a cat as a man character in a film, it’s the antagonist. Cats are dicks, and nobody likes them except people who enjoy being treated poorly. So, the girls I date. HEY-OH!
A woman has been kidnapped by two crooks (one of whom is Frank Gorshin! Hi, Frank!) and she slips a scrawled note reading “HEI” on the back of a watch, then attaches it to a random cat that was there. The cat goes back home to Hayley Mills, who is an excitable young surfer and whom immediately calls the FBI. The FBI decide to track the cat, hopefully being able to find out where it got the watch, but that darn cat’s just too darn clever for those darn trained professionals.
This movie’s a lot like the other well-known 60’s live-action Disney comedies, like The Absent-Minded Professor or… shit, I dunno, some other dumb movie they remade in the early 90’s. It’s a really specific kind of 60’s comedy that has a bunch of jokes that just aren’t relevant anymore and don’t age well. Obviously you can’t blame them for doing what they did, it’s just that they did it so much, it got into the territory of “you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” In forty years, people are going to be saying the same thing about Seth Rogan movies.