This film reminded me of the “Perils of (fill in the blank)” comics and adventure stories brought to the screen. The beautiful, innocent heroine repeatedly finds herself in precarious situations through no fault of her own or by trying to do what she conceives to be the moral thing. Yet she escapes unmarked and unmolested although she occasionally has to suffer the loss of her clothes. In the end she emerges whole in the arms of a strong, virile man to whom she willingly and demurely submits. This pretty much describes “Daniella by Night”. The scenario here is the world of espionage although these guys are pretty lame spies. Anyway it doesn’t really matter because the focus is Elke Sommer. This vastly underrated actor carries the film. Without her it wouldn’t even be worthy of the title of “worst flick ever”. She seems to float through the action in – or out of – her designer clothes, radiant and smiling, blissfully unaware or unconcerned of the danger around the corner. It’s a chic romp with noir overtones, clever use of shadows, slick camera work and a fantastic jazz score. Good fun with erotic undertones.