Boy, Did I Get a Wrong Number! (1966)

Simply A Masterpiece

I wanted to but couldn't!

It's hard to see any effort in the film. There's no comedy to speak of, no real drama and, worst of all.

I enjoyed watching this film and would recommend other to give it a try , (as I am) but this movie, although enjoyable to watch due to the better than average acting fails to add anything new to its storyline that is all too familiar to these types of movies.

This is one of Bob Hope's bad 60's comedy efforts. I found it to be nothing more than an over blown average sit-com episode. The first two thirds of the movie is him throwing out one liners at Elke Sommer, making wise cracks and exchanging barbs with Phylis Diller. The last third of the movie is nothing more than silly 60's slapstick and typical car chase fare. To those who found the movie kinky I saw it as no worse than any other bedroom farce for it's time. It's Bob playing the happy married middle class man with a pretty wife and kids getting into an atypical situation with a sexy woman. Now that's original. Now any movie with Elke Sommer can't be all that bad. So I vote 10 stars for her and minus 8 for the movie.

Basically, this is a half-hour sitcom stretched out to feature length. The main players are fine, and are comfortable in their parts. But the gags are tired and obvious. For instance, in an overlong chase scene, Phyllis Diller (on motorcycle) not only does the old "knock the fire hydrant, causing geyser" gag, but also the "rides through a ditch as several workers jump out in panic" gag. There's satire on current movies (James Bond, girls in bubble baths) and a couple of laughs (mostly from Bob), but it's primarily a tepid French farce, with Hope trying to hide a sexy movie queen from his wife.Fans of Bob Hope (like myself) might be willing to put up with it, but if you're new to his films, please do yourself a favor and start with the 1940s road pictures with Bing Crosby.

This is, without question, the worst Bob Hope movie ever. What's even worse is that Bob Hope himself is every bit as bad as the material. To sum it up, Bob Hope plays Tom Meade, a struggling realtor trying to sell a run down house in the woods. His luck seems to change when a major Hollywood actress (Elke Sommer) wants the house to hide out in after a fight with her boyfriend (Cesare Danova, who is rightly embarrassed) whose name in the film is Pepe Pepponi. Along for the ride is Phyllis Diller, who plays his maid, and Marjorie Lord, who comes off somewhat better than the rest of the cast as June Cleaver type wife. The film is filled with wooden acting, dull situations, and truly dumb jokes. As for the car chase at the end, Michael Medved said it best when he said it would bore a high school driving class. Some of this is so bad, it's downright amateurish. It was shocking to see such poor delivery from so many established stars. This is only good for those who like bad movies and those who suffer from insomnia.

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!