Well it's a 2 or a 10 depending on how and where you see it. Personally I would advise every gay movie night schedule include this gasp worthy drivel for girls to howl and throw things at the screen. YUM YUM TREE is possibly the most inane insulting sexist farce this side of CARRY ON AGAIN DOCTOR which makes the viewer crippled with lockjaw horror. If you are an infantile dimwit swinging bachelor who fantasizes about trapping women in the apartment he has rented to them... well very SAW and HOSTEL, now-day, this 1963 so called sex comedy is as much fun as a wet towel. And a towel from the dog bed not the bedroom. Jack Lemmon is strident and he must have been so embarrassed in later years for making this. Imogen Coca is wasted in a lame role as sadly she always was. This is a terrible film. Insulting. The TV music with the tiddly xylophone music to signal 'comedy scene' is groan-worthy. Stupid eye rolling dialog and bimbo characters make this ideal for bad movie night especially for Lesbians who will choke on the sexism of the whole concept and execution. The ONE good thing is his red car (!) in which they go on a picnic....

I really like Jack Lemmon, he has appeared in so many great movies during his career, but, what the heck induced him to do this total stinker of a movie.I watched this movie in growing disbelief at what is a teenage boy's fantasy of being a rich man doing nothing worthwhile with his life owning a apartment block full of gorgeous young women wearing next to nothing and having free rein to do what he likes because he is their landlord.What possessed Jack Lemmon to take on the role of a disgusting lecherous, moral free man who is planning to seduce (rape more like) a young virgin who lives in his apartment block. The story is so full of plot holes, why didn't anyone one report him to the police? Beats me! Anyway, I failed to make it to the end as when I heard Irene's speech about the man and the woman's role in a marriage I nearly choked on my cup of tea, only a man with a superiority complex over women could have written that baloney.Completely humour free and a waste of two hours of my life. I think I'd better watch Some Like It Hot or The Odd Couple again to erase Lemmmon's Hogan out of my conscience.

It could be argued that this paper thin sex comedy aspires to recall Billy Wilder's work (and the casting of Jack Lemmon may very well bear that thought out), but it's really closer to other glossy '60s romps like LOVER COME BACK and MOVE OVER DARLING. Lemmon's terrific as an apartment house landlord who fancies himself a real ladies man...actually, he likes them coed young! His latest prey is Carol Lynley, who's engaged to Dean Jones. Shenanighans ensue! It's silly, at times stupid, but still fairly engaging. The cast is fun with Lemmon having a particularly good time. Edie Adams appears as Lynley's aunt and Paul Lynde plays a very envious super...with a wife named Dorkus(!?!). She's played by none other than Imogene Coca. This is one of several comedies Lemmon carried during the early and mid-sixties...he made the equally light GOOD NEIGHBOR SAM and HOW TO MURDER YOUR WIFE around the same time.

UNDER THE YUM YUM TREE was one of three films in the middle 1960s that Jack Lemmon starred in that he despised. He had shown in THE APARTMENT and THE DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES that he was a gifted dramatic actor - an everyman fighting the pressures of modern society, be they big business bosses or alcoholism. Then he did GOOD NEIGHBOR SAM, HOW TO MURDER YOUR WIFE, and UNDER THE YUM YUM TREE. The first two films had good scripts and good productions. He was wrong about them, failing to see they were excellent entertaining (but minor) films. But his contempt for YUM YUM TREE is correct.Based on a moderately successful play, it was a sex farce. Set in a California motel, Lemmon's character (Hogan) is a letch. All he does is think of going to bed with the young ladies who make the mistake of checking into his motel. If they have boy friends or husbands, he sidetracks the males as quickly as possible. He has a machine that makes copies of every key to every suite in the motel, and in one scene (which I always found very detestable) we see him humming happily to himself as he manufactures a new set of keys. When questioned about his still having a key after apparently giving it up to Dean Jones, he tells Jones glibly (and quickly - his delivery is quite fast and annoying in this movie) that he has an unlimited supply of keys.In a sense, the eavesdropping Lemmon, so casually violating the privacy of his customers, is an attempt at a comic Norman Bates. Here, supposedly, the situation is all in good sexy fun. But one can make a case that Norman's attacks on young women in bathtubs were also done out of a sense of sexual fun - only a sadistic one. That Lemmon's character gets a good comeuppance at the end does not help this film at all. It still quite lousy. I don't think Lemmon ever played a less likable character or appeared in a worse movie part.