Boring tanned travelogue on the wrong side of breezy. There's a jewel
thief at large on the Riveria, and all the evidence points to retired cat
burglar Cary Grant. Grace Kelly (out of place) and mum Jessie Royce
Landis (a breath of brash cigarette smoke) are divided over him: Landis
trusts him and Kelly gets off on the hope that he is a criminal. Too long
and unexciting, but occasionally lifted by the odd bit of visual wit -
fireworks orgasmically erupting behind Grant and Kelly as they kiss;
Landis stubbing out her fag in a fried egg.
