This movie is a thinly disguised rejiggering of "Boy Did I Get a Wrong Number", which also featured Bob Hope and Phyllis Diller. An aged-appearing Bob Hope, the father of a brood of young children, is a bank teller accused of embezzlement. As in "Wrong Number", both Bob Hope and Phyllis Diller coast through the film popping off one-liners which must have been boffo in 1967. Bob Hope goes on the lam with his kids, setting up a series of unconvincing and improbable situations. While "Wrong Number" had Elke Sommer as a femme fatale (speaking in an accent somewhere between Zsa Zsa Gabor and a sassy French maid), this film has Jill St. John as a scheming golddigger who seems to be basing her performance on Betty Boop. The film, like "Wrong Number", ends with a tedious and overextended chase sequence featuring a hilariously unconvincing stunt double in a scary Phyllis Diller wig. This is one of those bad movies that for some reason is fun to watch. If anything, the film (like "Wrong Number", is a time capsule of hideous 1960's design and fashion.
Review of Eight on the Lam
