A Quokka Dreeds its Weird

In my opinion, which is doubtless shaded by having seen the movie first, the movie is better and funnier. Terry Southern was less a novelist than a film writer, and the contributions of other hands than his to the film enrich it greatly; the book, by comparison, is a series of vignettes without arc or climax, oddly monotonous. There are good bits, but they don't hang together, and the movie makes more out of the ideas it takes from the book than the book does.

Also, Peter Sellers and Ringo Starr!