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Try as he might, Bob Hope just couldn't change with the times. With "Eight on the Lam"--for a few minutes anyway--Hope seems on the verge of creating an actual character, but he is ultimately defeated by the script. Story has a widower banker with seven children stumbling across 10 G's in a supermarket parking lot; while he decides what to do with the money, the head of the local bank where he's employed blames Hope for a shortage in the receipts. After an airy, funny opening, the plot suddenly becomes illogical and foolish. One (or possibly more) of the four writers credited with this project were obviously instructed to concoct his part of the screenplay from a Bob Hope Comedy Rulebook. Screwball chases and kooky disguises take away all that was charming from the earliest part of the picture, and Bob's wisecracks get more and more desperate. Results aren't shameful, though they are depressing. Director George Marshall gets a likable, easy rhythm going...and then fritters it away on corny gags and Hope in drag. ** from ****

This movie is a thinly disguised rejiggering of "Boy Did I Get a Wrong Number", which also featured Bob Hope and Phyllis Diller. An aged-appearing Bob Hope, the father of a brood of young children, is a bank teller accused of embezzlement. As in "Wrong Number", both Bob Hope and Phyllis Diller coast through the film popping off one-liners which must have been boffo in 1967. Bob Hope goes on the lam with his kids, setting up a series of unconvincing and improbable situations. While "Wrong Number" had Elke Sommer as a femme fatale (speaking in an accent somewhere between Zsa Zsa Gabor and a sassy French maid), this film has Jill St. John as a scheming golddigger who seems to be basing her performance on Betty Boop. The film, like "Wrong Number", ends with a tedious and overextended chase sequence featuring a hilariously unconvincing stunt double in a scary Phyllis Diller wig. This is one of those bad movies that for some reason is fun to watch. If anything, the film (like "Wrong Number", is a time capsule of hideous 1960's design and fashion.

By this time, in the late 60s, Hope was churning out absolute garbage films. This one is cheap, and stupid. He's something like 63 years old in this thing, and has a bunch of young children.

He never stopped milking the name. His family continued the practice till his death. I worked on one of his last TV specials, and it was extremely sad. He was barely lucid until the camera started, and then he was on auto-pilot.

In a plot borrowed somewhat from Double Dynamite, bank teller Bob Hope finds $10,000.00 in thousand dollar Grover Cleveland notes in a parking lot. He's real happy until it's discovered at his bank that they're short $50,000.00 in their books. Who seems to have come into some money? Nobody but old ski nose so he has to take it on the lam.

That's not easy considering he's a widower with seven kids. Hope's also got a babysitter played by Phyllis Diller. He leaves her behind, but she proves to be quite an asset behind enemy lines so to speak, especially with her cop boyfriend, Jonathan Winters.

Bob Hope gets only about a third of the laughs with Diller and Winters nicely splitting the rest. Winters does a repeat of his role as the dim bulb truck driver from It's A Mad Mad Mad Mad World only here he's a dim bulb of a cop. If it isn't Hope, it's Diller constantly getting the better of him. Winters does a cameo appearance also as is own mother in that little old lady masquerade he was known for.

Of course the mystery is solved, in this case almost by sheer dumb luck and Hope winds up with school teacher Shirley Eaton and Diller with Winters despite all her obstruction of justice. It's how it is done that you have to see the film for.

Look also for a nice performance by Jill St. John as the gold digging femme fatale who inspires embezzlement. Eight on the Lam is nicely directed by comedy veteran George Marshall who's put Hope through all his paces before. It's a bit better than most of Hope's later work in the sixties.

Bob Hope, Phyllis Diller and director George Marshall("Monsieur Beaucaire", "Fancy Pants") reunited for their second film as a team after the abysmal "Boy, Did I Get A Wrong Number!" "Eight on the Lam" is definitely an improvement over their first film together but that's not saying much. "Lam"'s harmless enough and watchable in a "Brady Bunch"/"Yours, Mine and Ours" kind of way if you catch it on a late night TV movie run. But it's never really "good" in the way Hope's best comedies were and still are. I recommend watching a true Hope classic like 1943's "They Got Me Covered" or 1951's "My Favorite Spy" instead.

Best part of "Eight on the Lam": the novelty value of seeing 2 classic era James Bond girls, Jill St. John alias Tiffany Case from 1971's "Diamonds Are Forever" and Shirley Eaton a.k.a. Jill Masterson the "Golden Girl" from 1964's "Goldfinger", in the same film and even briefly in the same scene! Hope obviously exercised his producer power by casting Miss Eaton as his devoted love interest and she is given a decent amount of on-screen time.

Bottom line: ** out of ****, mainly for Shirley and Jill.