A movie featuring Audrey Hepburn, Fred Astaire, and Gershwin’s music seemed too good to be true.
For me, a movie that seemed way less than the sum of its parts; a movie that may have been put together by committee. It’s as if it can’t get the tone right, and doesn’t really respect itself or its subject. I didn’t find myself blaming Hepburn, Astaire, or Gershwin. As in the case with Charade, and Gigi (but not To Catch a Thief, that almost crosses this line but doesn't) the movie seemed thrown by its own felt need to be visually striking and visual, as if Hepburn’s overpowering and idiosyncratic beauty made the moviemakers want to chase after some visual correlative (because they thought it was what the audience of Hepburn’s fans would want) to the detriment of having a story to tell that they really believed in.
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