The best Hitchcock film that was not directed by Hitchcock. Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn make one of cinema's perfect movie couples. Supporting cast is also top notch and it has a great line-up of the "usual suspects" from that era. While the plot is a little predictable and some of the comedy is a tiny bit dated it is so filled with great moments it is hard to not find something to love here.
What is it with Walter Matthau as the CIA man on the ground? First Hopscotch and now this. Hepburn and Grant both on breezy autopilot, Grant maybe more so as he never really feels very invested in what is happening. Maybe a symptom of the chameleonic figure he's playing, but the whole thing doesn't quite click.
It brilliantly plays with all the clichés of the genre, and even if some gags aged worse than the others it manages to keep up the pace until the end. Hepburn is so pretty and elegant, but her overacting was quite annoying at times. And she's got to eat something, for heaven's sake.
I'm quite allergic to Audrey Hepburn, to her tinkling and whiny tone of voice, to her mellifluous facial expressions. Overrated actress, a tedious icon of style (easy win, wearing Givenchy all the time). The story is totally predictable and boring. At least, Cary Grant is always Cary Grant.
Kind of compulsory watching really for any film lover and so an easy decision to watch this film from the glory days of Hollywood. The Parisien setting adds to the allure of seeing a cast of famous actors in their heydays. The story of course has the expected happy ending but it's a great twisting journey with the director to the fore with camera shots, colour and soundtrack.