Send Me No Flowers

A hypocondriac who mistakes indigestion for an impending heart failure sets out to find his wife a new husband, lest she fall into the hands of a man who can't be trusted.

"Hindus have the right idea George, when the husband dies the wife goes with him. She throws herself right onto the funeral pyre; that way the husband doesn’t have to worry about her."

Yeesh. But, like all Doris Day and Rock Hudson films it's fairly sweet and sexless. I really like the opening, in which Hudson's character wakes to several medical commercials. It implies that the movie will have more fun with the hypochondria than it does. That feels like sort of a loss, but even without I find Hudson so very likable. Together I think he and Day have all the makings of a good pajama party.