She certainly seems to be enjoying herself to be fair. Mr Hope,taking a page from R.Hudson's superior "Man's Favourite sport", is an "expert" waiting to be found out. He pretends what we Brits back in the day called "An old Africa hand" on the strength of a memoir written by his uncle,and is tasked to recover a NASA satellite that has gone off piste and landed in the African jungle. The Russians are also looking for it,this time a foretaste of a R.Hudson film 20 - odd years later. But the Russians are genuine experts. So much for plot. Like most of Mr Hope's films,"Call me Bwana" is merely a vehicle for his gagging routines. That will either encourage you or turn you off. It has a lot of 1963 mildly political jokes (remember "The First Family" record Album?) that may mistify anyone coming across it today. Miss Eckberg doesn't have much trouble stealing the film,Mr Hope looks a little bit tired of it all. The Africans pretty much outsmart everybody which was novel for its time. I saw this at the "Odeon" Kemp Town before it became a more niche venue. Nowhere near so bad is it's made out to be without challenging "Some like it hot" in the 60's comedy stakes.

The ever self-effacing Bob Hope gets to rub noses with a baby elephant in this film, and it's a toss up who's the winner. The movie itself, probably depending on your mood and the time of day, is either another fun romp or just a plain dud. In a story line that's strung together with little rhyme or reason, Hope's character Matt Merriwether finds himself on an important government mission to retrieve a space capsule carrying moon samples deep in the heart of Africa. Or wherever the Ekele country of Makuta is.The film plods along rather non-sensically until all of a sudden Hope finds himself on a golf course with Arnold Palmer! They trade a few swings and one liners until it's time to move on, leaving one to wonder what might have just happened. What could have been a 'Road' movie is given some poignancy when Hope remarks about the questionable golf clubs he finds himself using - "Fellow by the name of Crosby left those here"."Call Me Bwana" will never be accused of being a great movie, or even one of Bob Hope's better films. But if you enjoy his brand of comedy you have your share of witty zingers and name dropping references to folks like Crosby and Sinatra along the way. Having Anita Ekberg and Edie Adams on hand make it just a bit easier to handle, even while the moon probe Merriwether's after seems to change size, shape and color throughout the picture.

To me, "Call Me Bwana" was the beginning of the serious slide in Bob Hope's film career, with the nadir being "Boy Did I Get A Wrong Number". Seeing these films, it's easy to forget that back in the 1940s and 1950s, Bob Hope put out some pretty decent films that were genuinely funny. Of course, we all think of the Road pictures with Bing, but there were plenty of other Hope treats over the years. So what happened? I think 2 things. First, Bob's best type of role was when he played a bit of a sap who rarely got the girl. It just worked. But as we moved into the 1960s, Hope seemed to get the idea -- perhaps part of a middle age itch -- that in films he ought to be more of an adult lover (in this film with Anita Eckberg). Well, I'm not saying it didn't work, but it didn't work well. The second issue was that Bob stopped acting and began delivering much of his dialog as he did one-liners.Beyond those problems, this film looks like a "throw-away". Let's produce a cheap film and rely simply on the names Bob Hope and Anita Eckberg. Let's not film a film about Africa in Africa, let's just do it with cheap sets on a film stage in England. If 20th Century Fox could make a film about Africa in 1939 that actually looked like it took place in Africa ("Stanley And Livingstone" with Spencer Tracy), couldn't United Artists do a little better with a film in the more modern era two and a half decades later? You can't say it was because Spencer Tracy was a bigger star, because in the world of comedy, few were bigger than Bob Hope. Yes, there was some stock footage that looked like Africa, but any of the scenes with the main actors were clearly on cheap sets. Audiences expect more.Hope was 60 years old when this picture was made. Maybe it was time to settle down and concentrate on television. Because, quite frankly, this film just isn't very funny.You've actually got a fairly decent cast here. Who was bigger than Hope? Eckerg was hot (!) in more ways than one. Edie Adams was quite talented (although probably more suited to television). And throw in an extended cameo by Arnold Palmer (maybe the most interesting part of the picture), and you've got possibilities...that were, unfortunately squandered. The "chase" scene is just plain dumb and looks so fake it's pathetic.All I can tell you is this. Every year or so I pull down the DVDs of the old Road pictures and savor them once again. I was pleased to be able to see this film 55 years after it was made, but only because was on cable, and I'll buy a DVD of it to pull off the shelf. Just not worth any investment of cash...unless you're a die hard Bob Hope fan. But, at least it's better than "Boy Did I Get A Wrong Number"!

For years Bob Hope was one of cinema's most engaging presences, as classic comedies like "My Favorite Brunette/Blonde" and "The Princess And The Pirate" make clear even today. The lack of similar scripts in the 1960s didn't stop Bob from working, however, and the results were films like "Call Me Bwana" that diminished his legacy in a small but annoying way.As the politically incorrect title suggests, this is a safari-themed picture, with Bob playing Matthew Merriweather, a writer who palms off his uncle's memoirs of African adventure as his own while loafing around his Manhattan bachelor pad in a leopard-print bathrobe. Only everyone thinks he's on the level, which is a problem when a capsule crashes down in Africa and both the U.S. and the Soviets figure Merriweather's the only man to find it.The story is flimsy on many levels, but that's really not what's wrong here. Hope's not making "Out Of Africa," and the fact that the Frank Buck era of the Great White Explorer in Africa kind of ended by World War II is a minor nuisance, as is the fact its unlikely NASA couldn't find its own capsule with all the high-tech stuff they had even back then. No, you're supposed to enjoy this film as a vehicle for jokes. Only someone forgot the jokes.Hope just moseys through the film, his timing solid but firing blanks. "I'm here on a mission for the President of the United States," he tells a hostile-looking group of tribesmen. "You know, President Kennedy?" No reaction. "Bobby Kennedy? Teddy Kennedy? Jackie Kennedy? Caroline? Boy, these guys must be Republicans!"The attitude toward native Africans in this movie is not that bad. Hope's the buffoon, and for most of the film the black people around him are not targets as much as witnesses to his embarrassment. About the worst excess, other than the title, is when Hope makes a couple of porters carry his luggage on their heads, instead of toting them the normal way, because its more like what he's seen in "National Geographic."What's more off is the threadbare plot and a cast of supporting players who don't want to be there. Anita Ekberg and Edie Adams play rival spies in a sort of dull-eyed way. If it wasn't for Hope's joking about it so much you wouldn't know they were supposed to be sexy, but of course he does joke, and joke, and joke, about it. Lionel Jeffries is awkward in bad makeup and adds nothing as a nasty Soviet spy pretending to be a pious missionary who'd rather kill Merriweather than find the capsule. The best supporting performance is probably that of golfing legend Arnold Palmer, just for the way he enters the picture, a supremely silly but classic moment revisited in the Dan Ackroyd/Chevy Chase film "Spies Like Us." Unfortunately, the producers then have Palmer and Hope do ten minutes of random club-swinging in the middle of the picture, Hope making in-jokes about Bing while trying to cheat his way into looking respectable against Arnie. It's one thing to tack on a quick cameo; but the padding here really shows.Except there's nothing to pad. The whole movie is padded. Things happen, Hope makes a wisecrack, the scene changes, and everything we saw up to then is forgotten. At least a film set in Africa should be beautiful, but this is shot in such a cheap, offhanded manner it's almost distracting; its clear where the movie ends and the stock footage begins. The ending is particularly slipshod, which I couldn't spoil if I tried given I really have no idea what happened.Any Bob Hope comedy has the potential to be great, so when one fails to deliver as persistently as "Call Me Bwana," it really leaves one flat.