Love in the Afternoon
This black-and-white film about an aging American playboy who becomes interested in some French jail-bait had the script, but not the amusement factor of Daddy Long-Legs. The lines were great, and Maurice Chevalier especially delivered them perfectly, but my interest and belief waned severely in the final scenes.
Although the scene at the train-station was heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and certainly calculated to make the little sympathetic heart go pit-a-pat, Audrey Hepburn's acting showed there its greatest inconsistency.
During the film, her character has Gary Cooper's character completely fooled; he knows she's a little vixen - a woman of the world, and yet, suddenly she's unable to find the strength to keep back a few tears as he leaves Paris? It's implausible, and a little frustrating to those of us who wanted to enjoy the ending.
Still, Rottentomatoes gave it an 80%. We shrug.
Although the scene at the train-station was heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and certainly calculated to make the little sympathetic heart go pit-a-pat, Audrey Hepburn's acting showed there its greatest inconsistency.
During the film, her character has Gary Cooper's character completely fooled; he knows she's a little vixen - a woman of the world, and yet, suddenly she's unable to find the strength to keep back a few tears as he leaves Paris? It's implausible, and a little frustrating to those of us who wanted to enjoy the ending.
Still, Rottentomatoes gave it an 80%. We shrug.
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