Come Blow Your Horn
Lee J. Cobb (born 1911), who played Frank Sinatra's father, was actually only four years older than Sinatra (born 1915). Tony Bill, who played Sinatra's younger brother, was 25 years younger than Sinatra. Molly Picon, who played Cobb's wife, was 13 years older than Cobb.,In the vicinity of the main room in Alan's apartment, there are at least three telephone extensions on the same line: the red, the blue and the antique telephones. Whenever someone telephones to the apartment, sometimes only one telephone ring can be heard, sometimes two, but never all three.,Harry R. Baker: [when his wife complains about his habit of entering and tossing the evening newspaper on the dining room table] It's clean, I had it boiled.,Featured in Hollywood: The Great Stars (1963),Come Blow Your Horn
Lyrics by Sammy Cahn
Music by Jimmy Van Heusen (as James Van Heusen)
Performed by Frank Sinatra (uncredited)
[Alan sings the song during his and Buddy's clothes shopping excursion],Well, let me see. This is a comedy without any comedy. This is one of the worst movies that has (Neil Simon)'s name on it. And this is the 1960s' most theatrical cinema I have ever seen!

Come to think of it, the conversations are too long, and not even droll or try to be. (Bud Yorkin)'s direction is anything but cinematic. Moreover, (Lee J. Cobb) was 4 years older than (Frank Sinatra), and he played his father! Not to mention that (Sinatra) himself as the bachelor playboy was 48 years old while his brother, Tony Bill, was 23 (Yes, there are 25 years between them!).

(Sinatra) does an imitation of President Kennedy, and Dean Martin appears in a dull cameo; they seem like inside jokes for Sinatra and his fellows. And the title? Sorry, but I have to suspect a double meaning where the other one is lewd; it could be the 1960s' free swinging spirit, where cheekiness were starting its outburst, to have in the same era other titles for Hollywood movies like Let's Make Love (1960), Sex and the Single Girl (1964).. etc.

So what's here to love? The title's song, it's clever and I loved it, so the music.

(Come Blow Your Horn) is a memory from what looks now as a far faraway galaxy, but it even doesn't represent its best. Seeing it in the 2000s is a history lesson more than an enjoyable time, to assure that the 1960s had weak movies and with big names. Yet at least they were making them that polished; it was nominated for the Oscar of the Best Art Direction-Set Decoration, Color. Anyway, thanks to the TV that keeps transforming the "forgettable" into "unforgettable".,