There are sweet moments to be had in Hot Millions and the embezzlement plot is one of the most clever I've seen in any caper comedy. As nice and relaxed as the film may be, it still lacks a plausible romance between Peter Ustinov and Maggie Smith. The plot is overly complicated to the point where it's not very fun. A subplot about Bob Newhart's obsession with Smith is particularly creepy. This is obviously a '68 release since zoom lenses are still a novelty; they're used to death.
