When wealthy heiress Tomlin dies, something goes awry with her guru's transcendental arrangements and her soul passes into Martin, or at least into one half of his body. The gag of gender-switching is not new, but here for the first time is an internal sex war on numerous levels, not the least being a woman discovering the extreme peculiarities that constitute male behaviour. Martin is his usual combination of flat cynicism and crazed childishness, indulging in some inspired Jerry Lewis-like clowning with his arms and legs hopelessly out of synch. And there are gems from a blind black sax player (Bernard). CPea.