Casanova's Big Night (Paramount). "I'll scream for help," the lady protests, and no wonder. The Technicolored thing that has just waddled into her boudoir looks something like Louis XIV converted into a floor lamp. It turns out to be Bob Hope, cast as a sort of tailor's dummy who wishes he were man enough to fill Casanova's britches. And to the lady Hope replies (in a long, low-slung, sports-model voice that slides up to the listener's mental curb and honks suggestively): "I don't need any help."
The plain truth is that Hope (even with Joan Fontaine) does need help—a good bit...
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