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The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

I consider myself a Bob Hope fan but this film doesn't begin to explain the reason why. The comedian I remember enjoying was the one who made the Road movies with partner in crime Bing Crosby as well as the Master of Ceremonies who entertained American troops in far flung places around the world. This movie only goes to prove that there was once a time when films like this were considered entertainment, and maybe even funny. What a difference half a century makes.You can't blame it all on the cast either. There was some genuine talent here with Hope and comedienne Phyllis Diller, but Diller seemed dubiously cast as housekeeper to the Meades (Bob Hope and Marjorie Lord), and even though she had some funny banter with Hope's character, most of the rest was just tedious. Now Elke Sommer - back in the day one would say that she put the words 'va va' and 'voom' together but you couldn't tell she was an actress here. But that's not what she was here for anyway. The film makers managed to find ways to keep her in various stages of undress throughout the picture, but not in a salacious way. In fact she seemed rather wholesome, if that's the right word, most of the time.Now I'm sure this film had no influence on a movie favorite of a decade later, but didn't anyone else find it odd that a family dinner table scene at the Meade's featured the Divine Didi (Sommer) doing an Obi-Wan-Kenobi take-off? That one just blew me away and if I could have rewound the scene I would have, but I was watching the picture on cable. Funny how those little things get my attention.Anyway, Hope and Diller fans might get a kick out of this one. I just checked the stats on Marjorie Lord and I'm now rooting for her to make it to a hundred years old as I write this. Before that, I was wondering what she would have to say about that enormous beehive hair-do she had to sport throughout the picture. The thing was big enough to make room for daddy.

I can't imagine why Bob Hope, a superb comedian in the 1940s, continued to grind out these rude lumps of deformity through the 1960s. It must have been the money.There were a couple of weaknesses consistent across this string of duds. One is that Bob Hope was simply not Bob Hope, and this one is a good demonstration of that proposal. He's an utterly bourgeois head of a relatively normal household -- sitcom standard, including the freakish cook and housekeeper Phyllis Diller in a fright wig. That's simply not the Bob Hope that everyone loved. Bob Hope is not your average family guy in a suit and tie. He's a sniveling coward, greedy and libidinous, and openly so.The second problem is that the gags stink. What happened to his writers? Did they snore while grinding out this pap? "Don't lose your head -- you might need it later on." His wisecracks no longer fit his established persona. They're generic. Any comic could sling them around. (They would still fall with a thud.) Hope himself is older and has slowed down. Of course that's not his fault. "Fleeting time, thou hast left me old." Still, it's painful to watch someone who was a fine physical actor reduced to showing that he could still walk with a bounce, but no more than that. He doesn't even move his head in a way that suggests suppleness. His facial expressions are limited; his eyes don't bulge with fear. He's stiff all over.The plot is all fluff. Hope get mixed up with a fleeing international movie star, Elke Sommer, and tries to keep his wife, Marjorie Lord, from finding out. This involves hiding Didi in closets when the wife enters the room, dumping her into the cellar to hide her, and so forth. At least this running around might titillate the kids, but that's about it.Or -- no. Wait. Want a reason to watch this? Elke Sommer runs around half naked through the entire movie and has a fine figure.

This movie is a campfest. Elke Sommer plays a temperamental star who ends up on the run from her studio. She inadvertently gets hooked up with married man Bobe Hope who tries to conceal her from the police and his wife Marjorie Lord. Phyllis Diller steals the show as Bobe Hope's maid. Very subtle risqué humor permeates this movie. If you listen very carefully you can hear some very suggestive dialogue between Bobe Hope and Phyllis. While Phyllis is eavesdropping on Bobe & Elke's phone call she is shown peeling a banana. When she hears a vaguely sexual remark she squeezes the bottom and the banana pops out of it's skin and onto the floor! Very subtle but VERY suggestive which is what I loved about the 60's, nothing is as blatant as today. Light fluff of a movie but lots of fun. I guess some previous viewers are so bombarded with in your face grossness these days in most movies they didn't see or appreciate the innocence of this flick.

This movie is pretty lame like most of Bob Hope's efforts, especially in the swinging 60's. The jokes are stale and uncomfortable, but Elke Sommer is beautiful as always (especially in the 1960's). Phyllis Diller screeches around on a motor scooter and tries to pick up the slack, but it's pretty much a dead issue.This type of film was already dead in the water by 1960, but they continued to crank them out to prolong of the career of old hacks like B. Hope who were no longer connected to the tastes of America, especially the youth. But if you want to see Ms. Sommer running around in a towel, this is the one!