This is pretty terrible, but there are a few good moments. For example, Bob Hope is talking to his boss and says. "I didn't sleep last night." His boss replies, "You should talk to my doctor, he can't sleep either." That was the highlight for me.

From the tone of this review, you may be surprised to learn that I recognize Bob Hope as one of the all-time greatest comedy stars. In terms of film, however, I put 1963 as the end of the impressive part of Hope's career. It was about that time that Hope changed his film persona into trying to be a sort of hip almost-swinger. And movie scripts began looking more like television scripts. And this film is certainly in that category. If you're going to watch this, get ready for a constant stream of one-liners, rather than a well-written script. But is that any surprise since the director was Fred DeCordova...Johnny Carson's "Tonight Show" producer.? The premise here had possibilities -- Hope's young daughter (Tuesday Weld) is in love with a...what shall I call him...too clean cut to be a hippy, but (Frankie Avalon). So he has his company transfer to Sweden, where of course she falls in love with a...what shall I call him...a progressive thinker in terms of sexuality (Jeremy Slate). So Hope calls in reinforcements...back to Frankie Avalon.As stated, Hope is all too full of one liners here. There's not good script for him to follow. You could get the same patter on his television shows. But films are supposed to be more than television. Dina Merrill, whom I always thought was underrated, has a nothing part here. Sort of a place filler as Hope's love interest. Quite disappointing. Tuesday Weld's role is fine, just nothing special. And Frankie Avalon is trying to be a sort of outcast...who isn't.And then there are the shooting locales which are so not-Sweeden-ish.You can take Sweeden, ya ya ya, but if I were you, I'd pass it up saying no, no, no. You might find more laughs in a 1960s sitcom. My "6" here is a tad bit generous.

You have to love Bob Hope's singular ability to be behind the times in terms of getting young teen idols to give his films a little youthful appeal. Two years after the British invasion where the music scene would irrevocably be changed, Hope casts Frankie Avalon and Tuesday Weld in I'll Take Sweden considerably after their time as teen idols had come and gone.In fact the film never got closer to Sweden than Big Bear Lake and Lake Arrowhead the two California locations chosen to represent the pretty parts of Scandinavia. Which is a real pity because Stockholm is known as the Paris of the north and has reputation as a beautiful city. I wonder why producer Edward Small and Hope played on the cheap and didn't bother to go to Sweden to film this picture.Hope's in a role James Stewart played better in Take Her She's Mine as the harassed father of a shapely teenage girl. In case you're wondering, Tuesday Weld is the shapely teenage girl. Hope disapproves of boyfriend Frankie Avalon whom he thinks of as a beach bum dead head, living in a trailer at the beach and no prospects for a job. He decides on impulse to take a job in Sweden with his company and relocate. It starts to work out real well and Weld's found herself a nice Swedish boy in Jeremy Slate. Widower Hope's not doing too bad either with Dina Merrill. But when Hope finds out about the Scandinavian sexual attitudes, this red state American is saying 'not with my daughter, you Viking Casanova'.I'd have rated this film higher had we actually seen a bit of Sweden here. But for all this it just turns into a typical bedroom comedy as Hope and Merrill find out that Slate and Weld have registered in the same hotel for the same reason and Hope goes tearing around the place looking to save Weld from a fate worse than death. Oh, and he's brought Frankie Avalon over from California to help finding new virtues in him he hadn't seen before.You know what the dumbest thing in the film was. The fact that a no tell hotel in Sweden people register there as Mr.&Mrs. John Smith for anonymity. You'd think they'd register with the Swedish equivalent of same in Sweden.

In an effort to keep daughter Tuesday Weld away from bad boy Frankie Avalon, Bob Hope takes a job in Sweden. This is just another of the egregiously unfunny movies Hope was making in the 1960s. The film has one distinguishing feature: it manages to cast Weld and make her completely unappealing! Surprisingly cast to begin with, Weld has little to do but roll her eyes or wince at Hope's unfunny wisecracks. Perhaps Annette Funicello or Deborah Walley would have been a better choice for Weld's role. She's far too intelligent to have us believe she'd be smitten with the empty headed Avalon. The presence of classy Dina Merrill, as Hope's love interest, is a plus even if her Swedish accent is a bit half-hearted. Directed, in the style of the average 60s sitcom, by the undistinguished Fred DeCordova.