I came back in from dog walking yesterday to find Mum watching the end of The Philadelphia Story. My it was yar.
It’s coming up for 80 years old now so there shouldn’t be spoilers. Katharine Hepburn is a spoiled socialite about to marry new money. Cary Grant is her ex-husband. James Stewart is the reporter covering the forthcoming nuptials. Let the games commence…
It’s beautiful, the performances are perfect, the dialogue is quick and witty and it’s funny. Hepburn is a brat. Rude, entitled, judgemental and snobbish. And she remains a brat, albeit she does have her edges rubbed off.
This is not a film where there is a makeover montage and the heroine is completely redesigned before she is lovable. This is a film where the heroine is a difficult, challenging, firecracker of a woman, who has to face up to her flaws and is loved because of them, not in spite of them. Three bloody cheers!