- by ZoŽ
At the Olympic Games in Tokyo
(1964), Rutland is unable to find somewhere to stay until he persuades
Christine to share her apartment with her. He meets Steve, an American
athlete, and sneaks him into the tiny apartment as well. Christine is
engaged to Julius, but Rutland finds him a bore and persuades Steve to marry
- by Jill Martin
Cary Grant , aged 62 walked out of the movies forever with
this final fling, an easy-going, amiable comedy.
He is charm personified, as he plays, so engagingly, a
visiting British Industrialist (Sir William Rutland) who comes to Tokyo at the time of the
Olympic games. He has great problems finding a hotel room, or for that matter any room, to
stay in as everything is booked up. He meets and persuades Christine (Samantha Eggar) to
let him share her apartment for a price. Christine is engaged to a boring "old
school" type embassy official Julius (John Standing). Rutland thinks she is wasted
with pompous Julius and more suited to an amiable American athlete that he has met called
Steve (Jim Hutton). Steve is competing in the walking marathon at the games and is also
having trouble finding somewhere to "lay his hat." Rutland sees an opportunity
to halve his accommodation bills and improve Christine's future happiness prospects all in
one go. By inviting Steve to share the room that he has rented from Christine, he pushes
the two reluctant love birds together and eases Julius out of the equation.
There are some hilarious moments in this film. Rutland
seems to have the knack of locking himself out of the apartment with apparent ease, and
finds sharing his life with strangers at such close quarters is not perhaps as easy as he
thought it was going to be, especially when female emotions are involved. Of course
dealing with female emotional highs and lows is one of the things that Cary has always
coped with so charmingly in many of his films and this is no exception. This film has a
lovely mix of Cary's talents: the charming, protective, "older man" persona,
that would make any woman want to fall straight into his arms; the effortless comic
timing; and the mischievous cupid tactics involved in the ensuing matchmaking. All in all,
although not his best, he cruised through his last film, bringing together the usual
elegance and humour from himself and his co-stars that made all of his films not only
unmissable but easy to watch time and time again.
VARIETY Film Review - June 29, 1966
- by "Murf"
- submitted by Barry Martin
"Walk, Don't Run" is a completely entertaining, often
hilarious romantic comedy spotlighting as a matchmaker a
deliberately mature Cary Grant at the peak of his comedy
prowess. The fast-moving and colorful Sol C Siegel
production pegs its laughs on a Tokyo housing shortage during the
last Olympics. Fine scripting, direction and performances -
including a successful pace change for Samantha Eggar - invest the
Columbia release with box office legs both strong and long.
Older filmgoers will detect a
resemblance to "The More the Merrier," a smash George
Stevens pic which Columbia released in 1943. Jean Arthur,
Joel McCrea and the late Charles Coburn starred in that one, based
on a story by Robert Russell and Frank Ross.
"Walk" is, indeed, a remake, scripted in top fashion by
Sol Saks, who shifted the locale from Washington, D.C. to
Japan. Miss Eggar, Jim Hutton and Grant, all billed above
the title, are the respective counterparts in the new version.
Grant is outstanding as the
middle-aged and distinguished English industrialist who arrives
two days before his Tokyo hotel suite will be available.
Noting an apartment-to-share sign, he finds it to be the diggings
of prim, schedule-conscious Miss Eggar. She is engaged to a
stuffy embassy functionary, played by John Standing, with whom
Grant has already had a run-in.
Hutton, a member of the U.S.
Olympic walking team (hence the title), is also awaiting quarters,
so he, too, winds up in Miss Eggar's pad. Ben Astar is a
comic Russian secret agent, spying on athletes including Ted
Hartley, a Russian walking team member with whom Hutton has struck
up a friendship. The simple plot complications call for a
phony marriage, with Miss Eggar and Hutton winding up for real as
All three principals interact well
together. Grant whams over every line with perfect
timing. Two throwaway bits have him whistling titles tunes
from previous pix. His presence dominates every scene,
including one long-shot - with only part of his face visible and
but a few words to speak - in which his magnetism draws the eye
away from the predominant foliage. Miss Eggar becomes
properly warmer and engaging as story unfolds, showing good comedy
ability which will further impress those who caught her in William
Wyler's "The Collector."
Hutton again shows his light comedy
ability to good advantage. Standing is excellent as the
stuffy bureaucrat. George Takei impresses as the urbane cop
who helps unsnarl matters, and Hartley makes a good Russian.
Miiko Taka comes across well as Miss Eggar's girl friend who, each
day, finds more men in the latter's pad. Teru Shimada and
Lois Kiuchi have a good bit as Miss Taka's parents in a domestic
scene of old Japanese manners competing with a tv set.
Charles Walters' direction is sure
throughout. Harry Stradling's mobile Panavision -
Technicolor camera is a big asset, whether in the set confines of
the apartment set or on the streets of Tokyo. Joe Wright's production
design is first-rate, ditto the Quincy Jones score. Walter
Thompson and James Wells trimmed to a good 114 minutes.
Other credits are pro.
NEW YORK TIMES Film Review -
August 25, 1966
- by Howard Thompson
- submitted by Barry Martin
Quite a boy, this Cary Grant - still. Any nice youngsters
needing a master chaperone-matchmaker? Leave it to Mr. G.,
who knows precisely what to do about Samantha Eggar and Jim
Hutton. The veteran star is undaunted, even by a housing
crisis during the Tokyo Olympics - especially with the three
discreetly sharing an apartment.
Such is the text of "Walk,
Don't Run," a summery sermon that most audiences should
swallow with a smile. This brashly good-natured and airy
frolic opened yesterday at Loew's State and 22 neighborhood
houses. Nice to have it around during the heat, too - though
how the film by-passed Radio City Music Hall, Mr. Grant's natural
stamping ground, remains a mystery.
Moviegoers who go back to 1943
won't wonder long about the source of the new Columbia
release. Not after the opening half-hour, when Mr. Grant, as
a roomless tycoon from London, briskly snags tenancy in Miss
Eggar's small flat and bungles his proper, pretty landlady's timetable.
Yes, this is our old friend,
"The More the Merrier," George Stevens's comedy gem
about crowded wartime Washington, which also had two flawless
cameos by the elderly Charles Coburn and Jean Arthur at her
The new version, which Sol Saks has
adapted from the story by Robert Russell and Frank Ross,
deliberately side-steps the quiet, snug deftness of its
predecessor. Updated, it splashes all over the Japanese
capital, stunningly mirrored in radiant color.
Once Mr. Grant installs a third
tenant, young Mr. Hutton, under Miss Eggar's quivering nose, the
picture slips into high, amusing gear. If the outcome is
obvious, the climactic scramble is fast and generally funny, from
the snooping of a Russian security athlete-watcher ( in the
original, the Federal Bureau of Investigation) to a hilarious
sequence where Mr. Grant peels down to his B.V.D.'s and jauntily
joins a cross-city Olympic walkathon.
"Walk, Don't Run" may not
be any merrier than its predecessor but it is considerably
more. And much credit for its nimble locomotion and
flavoring should go to Charles Walters, who directed. Then
there is the simple fact that the characters are likable people,
Miss Eggar makes a tasty,
red-haired dish. In the role originated by Joel McCrea, the
boyish Mr. Hutton, as a spunky American athlete, is
excellent. So is John Standing, as the heroine's priggish fiancť.
Miiko Taka, Ted Hartley and Ben Astar do nicely on the sidelines.
But it is the genial, suave
sportsmanship of the veteran star, as the spry, gray-domed Cupid
that prods "Walk, Don't Run" into such a disarming
trot. Yesterday, Grant took Tokyo.
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