TheLittleSongbird Send Me No Flowers is a very entertaining film, and a real treat for fans of Doris Day and Rock Hudson. I marginally prefer Pillow Talk and Lover Come Back, but Send Me No Flowers is still very good. It is a touch too long however, and it lags a tad on occasions. Even with these very minor criticisms, it is very sophisticated and funny. The script has many witty lines delivered with panache by all involved, and the story although the subject matter is somewhat morbid manages to be beautifully constructed and sophisticated. The production values are beautiful especially in the cinematography and Doris Day's clothes, while the music is lovely with an irresistible title song. The acting is great, Rock Hudson in particular is brilliant in a difficult role, while Paul Lynde really stands out being hysterical as the cemetery plot salesman and Doris Day still has that fresh and endearing approach that I love her for. Also Norman Jewison does do a stellar job directing. Overall, very nice film. 8/10 Bethany Cox

mrsastor While not terribly well received here on IMDb, this is in my opinion the best of the three Hudson/Day/Randall teamings. While Pillow Talk remains fresh and sharp fifty years later (with Lover Come Back being a rather unfortunate and less enjoyable recycling of the same script), it is Send Me No Flowers that gets the most air-play of the three in our home video library.From the superb opening theme song performed by Doris Day, we are transported into the beautiful suburbia of yesteryear. Rock Hudson's George Kimball is absolutely hilarious as the king of all hypochondriacs (if you've ever known such a person, you'll die laughing). And for 1964 it makes some rather amusing and insightful observations into the nature of medicinal advertising. Ms. Day plays wife Judy Kimball; she is a delight as always and it's perhaps the most satisfying aspect of the screenplay that at last Hudson and Day are married and thus involved in a relationship that extends beyond never-realized innuendo. Randall plays the usual right-next-door character attached to Hudson's, Arnold Nash, and again this is the best of the virtually identical characters he plays in the three movies they made together.Being the hypochondriac that he is, Kimball misinterprets a conversation he overhears at the doctor's office and subsequently believes he is dying. Once he and his accomplice Arnold absorb the blow, they set about to find a suitable replacement husband for Judy to marry once George is gone. It's really a rather touchingly honorable intention and also generates the bulk of the misunderstandings that constitute the remainder of the film.There are some negatives, these are things we see through our 21st century eyes and were certainly never intended to be offensive at the time. These mainly revolve around Day's character; Judy Kimball is a beautiful and intelligent woman, but is given no other pastimes in the entire course of the film other than playing golf and preparing her husband's breakfast. And despite being beautiful and intelligent, George apparently considers her to be too big of an idiot to ever possibly survive without him, and thus he must find a man to take care of her once he is gone. She has no children, no occupation, doesn't understand a mortgage, can't write a check to the gas station correctly, her greatest interest is in the impending divorce of a neighbor she doesn't even know and she apparently doesn't even know what she pays for groceries. We are clearly shown George's greatest dread as he imagines a number of scenarios in which Judy evidently has no judgment whatsoever and is easy prey to any slick con artist that should come along once she is widowed. It might also be said that this is absolutely typical of the way virtually all women are depicted in movies and television of this era.Like all three of the Hudson/Day/Randall comedies, this one is lush and colorful, with exquisite sets and wardrobe. The supporting cast are excellent, particularly Paul Lynde as the cemetery proprietor and Edward Andrews as Kimball's exasperated physician. This film carries a warm, comfortable feel of a happier bygone era and packs lots of laughs. Highly recommended.

moonspinner55 Doris Day is much preferable (and convincing) playing smart, savvy businesswomen than the ditsy housewife she is here (and the cumbersome wig she's wearing doesn't do her beauty justice). Rock Hudson, however, is very smooth as her hypochondriac husband who thinks he's dying and plans to find Doris the perfect future husband. Based on a stale play, this re-teaming of Rock and Doris (and Tony Randall, the eternal third banana) from "Pillow Talk" and "Lover Come Back" has some funny scenes but not enough wit. Day has a great silly moment in a dream sequence, and she puts a funny spin on some of her lines (like the way she asks/demands, "Dolores Yellowstone?!"). Unfortunately, director Norman Jewison seldom cuts loose; he's too confined to the script, which itself is too confined to its stage origins. **1/2 from ****

Andy Howlett It's probably films like this that made me wish I lived in the American suburbia of the 50's and 60's. The sun shone, the little lady was at home, and life was just a bowl of cherries. For me, this is narrowly the best of the Day/Hudson films. Rock Hudson plays George Kimball, a hypochondriac who thinks he has just a few weeks to live and decides to fix his wife (Day) up with a new man. That's basically the plot, but there are so many off-shoots and crossed wires that it keeps us amused all the way through. Hudson hams it up, Day is her usual fluffy self and the underrated Tony Randall does his marvellous 'best buddy' routine. But then along comes Paul Lynde and almost steals the entire show with his camp, gossipy funeral director. With his "Oh, I could tear my tongue out!" and his "Don't worry, I'll just nip out the back way" after his flying dive over Doris' suitcases in the hall (which surely must have been a genuine accident that was left in) he creases me up every time I watch this funny, funny film. Even the music is funny, just listen to the over-dramatic piano chords whenever Hudson turns up the pity. I had given this a 7, but writing this little review has made me appreciate the film even more - now it's an 8!