Too silly for me. Cary Grant seems old and stiff. Audrey Hepburn and he both seem as if they’d like this movie to go well but can’t do anything but pretend to be acting as opposed to act. (When she goes after him, romantically/sexually, it feels very strange, and neither of them seem at all as if they’re enjoying themselves.) The extremeness of the sense that one of the most important aspects of the movie is to show off Hepburn’s beauty and as a clotheshorse I found annoying. (In the best Audrey Hepburn movies, her beauty seems like a miraculous bonus; essential to her character, but also somehow incidental; and the effect, in total, is magical. Not here. It’s as if we’re aware that the movie is exploiting her beauty.) The pace seems to slow. In fact, this had the too-slow pace plus silliness formula that sometimes makes me stop watching a movie before its end, although that didn’t happen here. In case anyone ever reads this who likes this movie, I apologize if I seem rudely negative.
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