Set in Paris in the glorious 60's, this film is so britishly french... As delicate and witty as always, THE Parisienne Audrey Hepburn lives with her father (Hugh Griffith), a very talented collector/artist who has a serious penchant for... making true fakes. His studio is in the attic of and their residence (which is no less than Marcel Dassault's mansion) at the lower end of the Champs Élysées; (*Marcel Dassault was the man behind the Mirage air fighter and other delicate instruments...)
It' s well written by George Bradshaw, with a funny plot that never lets you down, scripted by Harry Kurnitz, entertaining, well shot, colourful, romantic, elegant, absolutly unlikely and irresponsible but so convincing, thanks to William Wyler's direction, full of clichés, (Peter O Toole burning rubber in his primrose yellow E-type's on Place Vendôme & other famous Parisian landmarks) yes, but those clichés do make you want to rewind the clock and live in Paris at that very time!
PS: There are 2 close-ups on an alarm bell in this film so when you see it think of me, I bought & own that bell!
