1959 romantic comedy
Plot: Doris Day and Rock Hudson share a party line, and the latter's always tying up the line with his phone sex. They eventually meet, and he woos her with his charm while disguising his voice to fool her into thinking he's a hick from Texas. Can the charade continue or will fucking Tony Randall ruin everything?
My brother lent me this movie about 5 years ago, and I've never figured out why. I don't even know why he owns it. It's not a bad movie. It's more charming than it is funny, probably just about what you'd expect from a late-50's romantic comedy. It's always good to see Tony Randall, unless he's in your closet with an ax, of course. Doris Day's got a nice figure, and Rock Hudson is hunk with a bulbous head, like the head of a Republican.
Rex Stetson is a great name. That name just oozes sex.