Bob Hope hadn't quite attained top stardom outside the "Road" movies when this B-grade comedy was made, and while he's make occasional worse films later, this mediocrity is very much a routine studio product of its time. He's an NYC radio personality who is suddenly in demand by friends and foes of a fictional nation whose king is dying from an assassination attempt--and Bob is supposedly the unknowing heir to the throne, having been the product of a secret affair with an American long ago. It sounds like fun to put the comic in some Ruritania's political intrigue, but after its prologue, the movie never leaves Manhattan, where our cowardly hero is chased around by various undercover government agents (including Signe Hasso as a supposed general, in a weak stab at "Ninotchka"-type dynamics) and his own would-be assassins. All this keeps him away from planned nuptials with his fiancee and her cop brother (William Bendix), whose subplot is more amusing than the main narrative. But nothing here is very inspired. Hope talks a lot of fast patter as usual, but it's not GOOD patter, and the situations aren't clever or novel enough to make them funnier. It's not a bad movie, just a thoroughly forgettable that doesn't do anyone involved any particular favors.
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