Who among us who calls himself a man of sound mind could be confined on an ocean liner with the effervescent sexual essence and full, rounded flesh and blood of Jayne Mansfield as a co-passenger and not stand gaping and helpless as his thought process descended into a fevered flurry of slapstick and absurdity? Such was the dilemma of marvelous Mansfield’s co-stars in Promises! Promises! (1963), a groundbreaking landmark in bra-busting cinema. Juicy, joyous Jayne is itching to get pregnant and decides that a sea cruise is just the softly rolling, fluid-but-firm environment in which her ticket is likely to be punched in a manner that knocks her up. She lolls naked in her cabin, and the rise and swell of her airborne breasts imprinted an outline of eternal pleasure upon the mass male consciousness.