Boy, Did I Get a Wrong Number!

1966 "38-22-36 Boy - she has some area code!"
5.5| 1h39m| NR| en
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Tom Meade mistakenly dials the gorgeous European film star Didi at her Oregon hotel. Didi, who has escaped Hollywood to avoid being typecast as a bombshell, takes up Meade's offer to hide away at his backwoods cabin. Meade, with the help of his housekeeper, goes to absurd lengths to help the actress evade discovery by both the public and his suspicious wife.

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Hellen I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much
Fairaher The film makes a home in your brain and the only cure is to see it again.
Numerootno A story that's too fascinating to pass by...
Cody One of the best movies of the year! Incredible from the beginning to the end.
classicsoncall 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.
vincentlynch-moonoi Earlier in his career, including in the famous "Road" pictures with Bing Crosby, Bob Hope made some pretty funny movies. But as he matured the type of role he took in movies changed. Where he used to play the likable sap who usually didn't get the girl, in later years he seemed to want to be seen as a sex symbol (which wasn't going to happen!), showing up in films with the likes of Elke Sommer (here), Lana Turner, and Anita Eckberg. And, more and more, the dialog he had in movies tended toward a conveyor belt of one liners, delivered as such. This particular film has ended up on some "worst movies ever made" lists. And, while I wouldn't go that far, it's no gem.I guess the thrill is seeing Elke Sommer prance around in soap bubbles. Other than that, the plot is simple -- too simple -- real estate agent (Hope) offers to help sexy starlet (Sommer) get away from it all. He tries to keep it clean (therein the long running slightly off-color gag), but still gets in trouble with his wife (Marjorie Lord) and often egged on by maid (Phyllis Diller).The problem with Hope here is that he puts no more effort into this film than the skits on his television shows...and cinema is supposed to be something more than blackout sketches. I have quite a few of Hope's television specials in this general time frame, and trust me, they were often funnier than this film.Elke Sommer...well, I have no problem with her, but she was never one of the great actresses or comediennes. But, she could be enjoyable in films, but not when the whole purpose of her presence was to just see how beautiful she was (I can get that in Playboy). And here she plays...well...a dumb blonde. Been done so many times.Phyllis Diller was a very funny lady, but more appropriately cast in television. Again, her dialog sounded too much like one-liners.I very much liked Marjorie Lord in Danny Thomas' old television series, but here I couldn't stop staring at her hairdo...it should have been a hair-don't. Very distracting, and a disappointing role for her.A chase scene can be very funny in a film. Can be. Wasn't here. At all.This film is solely for big fans of Hope or Sommer or Diller. I didn't think much of it when I saw it at the theater in 1966 (when I was 17), and I think less of it today. Sorry, Bob, America loves you, and rightfully so, but not for this little fluff.
edwagreen A real Bob Hope farce is the 1966 film, "Boy, Did I Get A Wrong Number."A businessman (Hope) gets a wrong number and it turns out to be that of a hot-tempered actress (Ilke Sommer) who seems to have a love-hate relationship with her lover-director, a very handsome Cesare Danova. During a major spat, she runs off and is hidden by Hope.Marjorie Lord plays the goody-goody wife and Phyllis Diller is literally along for the ride as a ditzy housekeeper, Lili. Diller is the sole of the film. She is hilarious and she aids her boss Hope.Of course, when it appears that Sommer is dead, Hope becomes the main suspect. True to form, there is a major chase scene and an ending that we can say is appropriate for a comic "soap" opera. Silly, but the laughs are worth it. Hope and Diller were an excellent twosome together.
moonspinner55 Silly, scrappy comedy with Bob Hope trying to hide sleepy sexpot Elke Sommer from his wife. Low-budget screwball antics looks really bad, with sets which are far too large for the minimal action taking place there (the kitchen in Bob's house is positively drafty), and the poor lighting and awkward camera-work do not help. Once the action swings from suburbia to a cabin in the woods, the picture perks up a bit. The one-dimensional cabin set is another eyesore, but the slapstick involved isn't too bad (and Sommer's shrieks are funny). Phyllis Diller, as the family housekeeper with a hair problem, should've written her own dialogue: the woman is all revved up and ready, yet she's given no funny lines. As for Bob Hope, I have never been a particular admirer of his, but he's not bad here, coasting through without hogging the camera too much. I would have to say "Wrong Number" isn't offensive the way Hope's "Private Navy of Sgt. O'Farrell" was, but--for a comedy--shouldn't somebody be having a good time? ** from ****