You won't be disappointed!

Lack of good storyline.

A Masterpiece!

I cannot think of one single thing that I would change about this film. The acting is incomparable, the directing deft, and the writing poignantly brilliant.

. . . soundtrack than WALK, DON'T RUN, so the former rates higher on the all-time list of flicks about the Olympics. However, since Columbia Pictures churned out WALK, DON'T RUN (probably the most famous film ever made in Japan), Sony Corporation snapped up Columbia the first chance it got in order to collect the treasure chests of royalties accumulating during WALK's semi-annual re-releases throughout that Asian island nation. Besides becoming a cash cow for Sony, WALK is remembered today as one of Cary Grant's best-documented showings in an Olympic competition. Though the world record for the 50 km walk has improved from 4 hours, 50 seconds to 3:32:33 since 1964, there's little doubt that Grant still would be able to stroll along with the best of them if he had not suddenly succumbed in 1986. (Considering that he has born Archibald Leach, Cary may well have won many Olympic medals in the lesser-known events under various aliases and nationalities.) Other than the Tokyo Olympics, the plot of WALK revolves around a Japanese sex toy that enables swingers to introduce newbies to their lifestyle by suddenly lowering the partitions between the bedrooms of adjoining apartments at bedtime through the use of a universal remote control. Oh what fun!

Bottom Line on top: I give the film a 3 out of 10 for those viewers who watch this remake film without ever having seen the original. While you are not aware of what you are missing, I am. Therefore, I want you folks reading my review to really get this: If you end up liking "Walk, Don't Run", well then, RUN, DON'T WALK to the TCM site to purchase "The More the Merrier" to have an absolutely fabulous comedy in your film collection to watch repeatedly and share with other TCM fans.I didn't know Walk, Don't Run was a remake when I decided to DVR it. I was 20 minutes in when I recognized positively it was a remake of "The More The Merrier". I watched the entire film; but, I have to tell you, it wasn't easy to stay with it. Why? Because saying this film lacked the Charm, Warmth and Wit of the original is an understatement .. well, if I could think of a word under understatement, I'd be using it. All I kept thinking was how much weaker the script was. How Samantha Eggar was NO JEAN ARTHUR by ANY comparison. How Samantha and Jim had zero chemistry compared to Jean Arthur and Joel McCrea. How Jim Hutton held no presence in the apartment-sharing scenes whether between him and Cary Grant or between him and Samantha compared to Joel with Jean and Charles Coburn. How Jim held none of the animal attraction I felt for Joel as Joel acted his way through this film in and out of the apartment. How I missed seeing Charles Coburn's performance in scenes with Jean or Joel and with Jean and Joel===as well as his typical acting nuances with other characters throughout the entire movie. Heck, I got to a point in the original where I waited for Charles Coburn and his antics to get back on screen, not caring if it would be with Jean and/or Joel….and I'm feeling that impatience while I'm enjoying the heck out of seeing Jean and Joel's interplay.I did like some of the exchanges between Cary and Jim; and I do believe they did some ad-libs between them that amused each other. I enjoyed rewinding those scenes to watch each man's facial reactions as they played off each other. Here's a huge rub I couldn't overcome. Charles Coburn could never be mistaken by the audience for the man that Jean Arthur would fall in love with from their first encounter on, even when he turned out to be rich. Joel enters that movie and there is clearly Jean's love interest. Cary, however, is 'Cary'. I mean look at and listen to him compared to Jim Hutton. Even if a later reveal gave Jim a 'Sir' title or money…..I still go with Cary, hoping he'll somehow get himself 'single' for me, if he is married.By the way, I watched and waited the entire movie for something about Samantha Eggar to make me give a rip about her and how her role plays out. Never cared. Her mannerisms, speech cadence, sex appeal…sorry…nothing there compared to Jean Arthur's performance.

I've seen a lot of bombs in my time, but this one blasts them all to hell. On the advice of a colleague who insisted this was a fabulous movie that had to be seen, I purchased the DVD. I should say that I live in Japan and am fascinated by any film produced in the West about Japan. I thought this film would qualify. How wrong I was.There is absolutely no logic to a single frame of this film. We are asked to believe that Cary Grant, who plays Sir William Rutland, arrives in Tokyo at the height of the Olympic Games in 1964 two days earlier than he was supposed to, and for reasons known only to God, assumes that the hotel he would have been staying at two days later is going to have a room for him. Why would it? Then he goes to the British Embassy and meets Julius, an obvious screaming queen (but who is somehow engaged to marry Samantha Eggar -- we will meet her soon enough, don't worry), and the second secretary to the ambassador, who is so pompous that you will have to resist the urge to slap his face (especially hard to do since his face is on a screen). Rutland demands that Julius help him find a room. Julius points out to him that it's the Olympics and that there aren't any rooms. Then Rutland magically finds an advert on the Embassy bulletin board seeking someone to share an apartment. The sex is not specified – this contributes to the big "reveal" as the person seeking "someone" is "Chris," performed by Samantha Eggar, a perfectly beautiful British actress whose talents are absolutely totally wasted in this piece of flotsam/jetsam. Rutland takes a taxi to Chris's apartment building the instant that Chris happens to be arriving home (from what/why/where we will never learn. Shopping? Job? Who knows?). Long story short: Rutland forces his way into Chris's apartment – literally (and we're supposed to think this is funny?) and essentially thrusts his money in her hand, "making" him her roommate. Chris really is a proper young lady and she's at a loss to know how to get rid of this boorish dolt. The "story" bungles along until we meet Steve (Jim Hutton), the eventual "love interest," who stomps his way through the rest of the film with as much grace as Godzilla. Rutland, "feeling sorry" for Steve because he has no place to stay (and yet has apparently been wandering around Tokyo looking fresh as a daisy), drags him back to Chris's apartment and "sublets" his "half" of "his room." Just imagine the horror of it all! A proper young Englishwoman, engaged, living with two obnoxious boorish clods. Now, Rutland has his charms (he IS Cary Grant), but Steve thinks that he owns the world, shouting, screaming and stomping his way through the movie. I'm sorry, why is this entertaining?Then, again for reasons that remain incomprehensible, Rutland decides that Steve is the right man for Chris, and not Julius. (And yet, why? When he, Rutland, is the obvious best choice for her, despite the fact that he's married – which we "know" from two cutesy phone calls to his wife, whom he doesn't hesitate to explain about his living situation with a young woman – all played for laughs, mais bien sur!)The "charming, coy, cute, darling, frothy," and, apparently "brashly good-natured... hilarious" (quote from a review from the NYT) plot goes dump-dump-dumping along, trashing and destroying everything in its path. Entertained yet?But there's more. Why was this film made in Tokyo? There was no reason for it, whatsoever. None. The entire country and its people are just pawns to the special trio who graces the screen. Watching this movie made me cringe at how righteous Westerners were and how they just blabbered away in English to everyone in Japan and just assumed they would snap to. Yes, there were a few laughs that were harmless, based on cultural differences. But overall this was a ghastly, tedious, obnoxious waste of time and it's really sad to know that Mr. Grant sailed out on this "epic." Thank God for "North by Northwest"!

This film is a remake of a 1940s film, but the supersaturated Technicolor and all the other '60s aesthetics & sensibilities make it an iconic film n its own right. There's so much that made this movie memorable for me: the dialog, the cast, the location, the music... this was actually filmed during the 1964 Summer Olympics in Tokyo. It was Cary Grant's last film and he is very amusing as Sir Rutland. The rest of the cast are equally endearing & unforgettable. It was funny how many scenes of this movie were still fresh in my mind after so many years, like Christine's kimono, the two Japanese kids on the stairs, the coffee percolator, the hilarious walking marathon, the shoji screens (which themselves were like characters in the story.) Pure joy! ~NN