I was seriously charmed by this one and its stellar cast. Katharine Hepburn, the "black sheep" of the wealthy family, with those marvelous scenes in her playroom. Cary Grant playful but always earnest, wanting to live life and find himself, and showing off some clever tumbling skills besides. Lew Ayres as the functioning alcoholic scion of the family, doling out bits of wisdom and melancholy in between drinks. And those non-upper-crust friends played by Edward Everett Horton and Jean Dixon, whose banter and wit feels so alive ... it was all pretty magical to me.
The romance that develops between Hepburn and Grant can be seen coming from a mile away, and the shift from one sister to another seemed a little strange, but it didn't matter to me. From the moment they meet and he baaa's like a goat to the moment they're at a window watching the fireworks, their lips hovering so close to one another but not touching, there is a palpable connection between the two. It's a joy to watch, and I liked the bits of philosophy and class mixed in to a very good romantic comedy, elevating it into something special.
The romance that develops between Hepburn and Grant can be seen coming from a mile away, and the shift from one sister to another seemed a little strange, but it didn't matter to me. From the moment they meet and he baaa's like a goat to the moment they're at a window watching the fireworks, their lips hovering so close to one another but not touching, there is a palpable connection between the two. It's a joy to watch, and I liked the bits of philosophy and class mixed in to a very good romantic comedy, elevating it into something special.