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

What makes it different from others?

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

A film of deceptively outspoken contemporary relevance, this is cinema at its most alert, alarming and alive.

This movie feels like it was made purely to piss off people who want good shows

Relative to Bob Hope films, that honor should have gone to I'll Take Sweden, a smarmy non-sex no comedy farce.Not as bad as I remember, funny in places.But I couldn't get past Elke Sommers' and Marjorie Lord's hair. Their whipped frenzy bouffants made Phyllis Diller's egg beater 'do look normal. They literally distracted from the scenes the actresses were in.See Lana Turner's hair hat in Bachelor In Paradise for more of the same.Really dumb. Harmless. And nowhere near a 50 Worst contender.

Boy Did I Get A Wrong Number has Bob Hope, real estate salesman up in rural Oregon accidentally connected by a space cadet switchboard operator to Elke Sommer's room. Sommer is a film star who has pulled a diva act on her husband director Cesare Danova and she's fled her latest movie set for parts unknown. Danova and her studio gave out with that she was kidnapped by persons unknown for publicity.Hope sees a business opportunity if he can get Sommer to stay at a lakeside cottage he's been trying to unload. She just wants some privacy, but can Hope keep his mind on business?One of the saddest things about this film is that it was directed by George Marshall who did many great comedy films including five with Bob Hope in his best years. Such films like Off Limits and The Ghostbreakers are two of their collaborations. This one isn't close to being as good as those were.It is however a good showcase for Phyllis Diller. She plays Hope's maid and both of them spend a lot of the film keeping Sommer away from Mrs. Hope played by Marjorie Lord. Of course in the end it fails as you knew it would.This will never be rated among Hope's best.

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!