Doris Day plays her role as a gorgeous middle-class suburban wife very well. She wrongly believes that her husband is having an affair with another woman. He's a hypochondriac who wrongly believes that he's terminally ill - and because of that, he is looking for a new partner for her.

Last and definitely the worst of the Doris Day-Rock Hudson trilogy marks this 1964 film.The picture is done in by miserable writing and a story line that you can only take too far. It's basically the story of a hypochondriac who misunderstands his situation in the doctor's office and comes away with the idea that he is dying. Now, this is not exactly Rock Hudson's type of genre.Rock eventually tells wife Doris about all this and there is complete mayhem and more misunderstanding when Doris discovers this isn't so. She feels that Rock has told her this to cover up an alleged affair.Tony Randall again joins the Hudson-Day team, but this time he talks in a monotonous tone of voice, as the next door neighbor caught up in this nonsense.

Believing that he has only a few weeks to live, a hypochondriac tries to find a suitable second husband for his wife in the third teaming of Hudson, Day, and Randall. Hudson is hilarious as the hypochondriac with a full medicine cabinet who, through a misunderstanding, thinks his days are numbered. Day is his understanding wife. Randall is Hudson's neighbor, who takes to drinking and writing a eulogy upon learning that his good buddy is dying. Arnold plays Hudson's doctor and Walker is the beefcake that Hudson decides should succeed him. After a funny beginning, the film loses some of its steam but manages to stay entertaining for the most part.

It's probably films like this that made me wish I lived in the American suburbia of the 50's and 60's. The sun shone, the little lady was at home, and life was just a bowl of cherries. For me, this is narrowly the best of the Day/Hudson films. Rock Hudson plays George Kimball, a hypochondriac who thinks he has just a few weeks to live and decides to fix his wife (Day) up with a new man. That's basically the plot, but there are so many off-shoots and crossed wires that it keeps us amused all the way through. Hudson hams it up, Day is her usual fluffy self and the underrated Tony Randall does his marvellous 'best buddy' routine. But then along comes Paul Lynde and almost steals the entire show with his camp, gossipy funeral director. With his "Oh, I could tear my tongue out!" and his "Don't worry, I'll just nip out the back way" after his flying dive over Doris' suitcases in the hall (which surely must have been a genuine accident that was left in) he creases me up every time I watch this funny, funny film. Even the music is funny, just listen to the over-dramatic piano chords whenever Hudson turns up the pity. I had given this a 7, but writing this little review has made me appreciate the film even more - now it's an 8!