Jerry Lewis turned out some less-than-memorable films during the twilight of his career but this misguided effort may be the most tiresome. Which Way To The Front? is the kind of film where every element feels like it's off the mark. Despite an intriguingly odd premise, the script meanders to and fro with no semblance of pace or narrative drive. Almost all the gags fizzle out and they frequently take a long time to arrive at their tired punchlines. Lewis supplies the manic energy one would expect from one of his comedies but he seems to be going through the motions here (it doesn't help that his character is unsympathetic and a bit of a jerk). There is the occasional highlight -- the best moment arrives when Lewis double-talks his way out of having to give the password at a checkpoint -- but it's a lot of work to get those all-too-rare laughs. Finally, Lewis's direction is as static as it is slack and the jazzy soundtrack music he often favored in his films seems particularly out of place here. To sum up, Which Way To The Front? is one of Lewis's least appealing films. Even devoted fans may have a tough time getting through this one.