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.

If you got 1h39min to loose, watch it! I had high hopes thinking that Hope will make me laugh: I was so wrong. What could have done better the poor man on a so stupid script? Nothing! When I was a little boy, I used to fall in love very easily, with almost any beautiful actress, well, I believed then that a beautiful woman look like this female called Elke Sommer. It happened when I saw her in Deadlier Than the Male, made a year after this one. Now, as mature man, I think she's looking like Miss Piggy with a doe's muzzle. But what matters is the ass, right? And, her ass is the real star of this movie. Not Bob Hope, not Phyllis Diller(which is a bit funny)(all the other actors are dull and not funny at all).

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.

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 ****