As with most of the movies he made in the 1960s, this is a strong contender for the worst movie Bob Hope ever made. A lame-brained, poorly assembled extended sitcom with Hope as a bank teller accused of embezzlement. He hits the road with his seven(!) children in tow. They're pursued by nincompoop cop Jonathan Winters. Any promise of comic sparks between Hope & Winters are quickly doused by a barrage of unfunny one-liners (the script had FOUR writers!?!). Most of the jokes have Hope insulting everyone from the seven kids to Phyllis Diller, who plays a wild-haired harridan babysitter. Shirley Eaton plays Hope's love interest and Jill St. John is in it too as a gold digging party girl. The direction, by the once great George Marshall, is inert to say the least. The only stylish touches being the frequent screen swipes and flips. A sloppy mess.
Review of Eight on the Lam
