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Wholesome sitcom style family comedy not as bad as critics deemed. This G-rated comedy is very Brady Bunch style with the sum better than the parts. If your family is a fan of Nick at Nite then this movie should delight them. Directed by legendary Hollywood director turned TV-director, George Marshal, this film offers wacky slapstick, a wacky car chase, wacky boyscouts and wacky Phylis Diller on a motorcycle. Bob Hope play's a happily married (to "Make Room For Daddy"'s Marjorie Lord) real estate agent with two kids and a maid (Phylis Diller). One day he gets a wrong number from a Hollywood movie star (a dazzling and very funny Elke Sommer) in hiding from her studio. Eventually Hope tries to help the starlet in her quest for privacy. Trying to keep the news out of the paper, and his association with her from his wife, the film is basically one situation after another of trying to hide Sommer from someone. Hope is a bit subdued with terrible lines but, as usual, has good chemistry with Diller and plays the part of the responsible loving husband but victim of circumstances very well. The part of the movie starlet could easily have been a dumb-blonde role, but Elke Sommer (who was great in the comedy "A Shot in the Dark") brings the role life with a very clever performance and a great flair for physical comedy. She gets a bit upstaged by Hope and Diller, but does just fine alongside the two pros. Just a nice, clean, fun show for all ages.

I saw this film when I was a kid and loved it. Watching it as an adult, I still got a kick out of it in a campy, shlocky way. The film is worth seeing as a time travel back to the WORST examples of 60's design, clothing, and decor. The garish colors and styles just have to be seen to be believed. Poor Marjorie Lord is outfitted with a towering red wig any ambitious drag queen would kill for. Bob Hope just looks too old at this stage of his career to play a suburban husband and father, despite all the expected one liners. Phyllis Diller, playing Phyllis Diller before all the glam plastic surgery, is a hoot, with bird's nest hairdo and crazy outfits. The problem is, both Bob Hope and Phyllis Diller act like they are in two separate movies, just knocking out one liners and double entendres that must have been boffo in 1966. The plot is convoluted, kind of a riff on a French bedroom farce. Elke Sommer plays a European actress who tries to escape her Hollywood life. The problem is, it is hard to tell exactly what part of Europe she is supposed to be from; sometimes, she sounds like an Ooh-Lah-Lah French maid, other times, she talks like the Fourth Gabor Sister. The chase scene at the end is a hoot, with a stunt person not even slightly resembling Phyllis Diller, riding a motorcycle and squirting mustard in people's faces (don't ask), while the loud Phyllis Diller witch's cackle laughter is dubbed into the scene. The movie is fun, in kinda a train wreck way.Just don't expect Citizen Kane.

I write this review after having finished a private double feature of Bob Hope films. Being a big fan of Hope, I really wanted to like "Boy Did I Get A Wrong Number!" His 1960s films are generally considered by most cinephiles to be his weakest but I enjoyed "Bachelor in Paradise"(1961), "The Road to Hong Kong"(1962), "Critic's Choice"and "Call Me Bwana"(both 1963), none of which are regarded as among Hope's better works. Perhaps it's the fact that I watched it just after watching a vastly superior, funnier and well-written Bob Hope comedy called "Caught in the Draft"(1941), but I have to say this would-be attempt at bedroom farce/Hollywood celebrity spoof falls completely flat. What went wrong? Hope and his 2 main female co-stars(Elke Sommer and Phyllis Diller) have great comic ability, and George Marshall had previously directed top-notch Hope laughfests "Fancy Pants"(1950) and "Monsieur Beaucaire"(1950), but no amount of talent in the actors or director can make up for a leaden script which plays like a 98 minute extended rerun of "Three's Company." The comic timing which is so necessary for a film of this type to work is completely off. The funniest thing in the picture is Marjorie Lord's humongous hairdo and I don't think that was the intent of either her or the filmmakers. Even Hope's immediate predecessor film, the so-so "I'll Take Sweden"(1965) was more entertaining.

Hope fans should skip this one and watch a "Road" film or any of the above mentioned Hope films instead while Elke Sommer fans should watch "A Shot in the Dark"(1964) or "The Prize"(1963) in lieu of "Wrong Number!".

Bottom line: 3 of 10 with 1 point for each of the 3 leads only.

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.

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 ****