Doctor, You've Got To Be Kidding! proves that the gossip columns are wrong: George Hamilton's true love is really George Hamilton. Cast as a pelf-centered business executive, he treats the camera as a mirror, narcissistically smirking and posing while he cows his subordinates and wows his seducible secretary (Sandra Dee). After a night together, the lovers argue, then separate for a pregnant pause of nine months' duration. One day, Hamilton gets run over by five cars. Thus it happens that the lovers meet again and marry in the hospital—she writhing with labor pains, he writhing with visceral pains, and the audience writhing at a fade worse than death.
To add to the tragedy of this erstwhile comedy, Celeste Holm, who plays Sandra's mother, pronounces such stagy prattle as: "Don't you like him any more? I mean are you afraid it was just (pause) physical?" For those who wonder whatever happened to that angry young hippie, Mort Sahl, Doctor casts him in a cameo part as a square nightclub owner. Even a grain of Sahl adds no flavor to this tasteless trifle.