Review of Eight on the Lam

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 ****