It is a rather nice comedy, though by no means a masterpiece. Even the credits are promising much, with young Paul Newman and Joan Woodward playing the main characters, Maurice Chevalier playing himself and Frank Sinatra singing a title song.
The movie starts very funny. Paul Newman’s voice is commenting on the opening of the Neumann Marcus’s store on the day of great sale. Scores of women are waiting outside the closed doors of the store waiting for the doors to open in the morning. Finally, the doors open and crowds of women are pouring into the store, the sound of stampede and bull roars on the background. The stage is set for the appearance of Sam, the character played by Joan Woodward, the Mata Hari of the fashion world, a rather masculine young woman in dark glasses sneaking around the windows of famous shops, making clandestine pictures. Between them and her photographic memory there is no problem with stealing designs of the best fashion houses, which is exactly Samantha’s forte in business. Paul Newman’s voice brands her a semi-virgin and indeed it does not seem she has a drop of feminine left in her.
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