Well, a few days ago I saw The Philadelphia Story, and really, with the great actors
and director, I was expecting something better. In the end.
I found this critique somewhere that pretty much sums up my opinion, as well.
....I've seen this several times now, and it impresses me as a movie that's less than the sum of its parts. On paper, the cast is all-time great, but does it really work?
Hepburn's character, Tracy, is made out to be some sort of insufferable, unforgiving, puritanical ice queen. This is how others consistently describe her, but from the very first scene she's nothing like that. She's playful, sarcastic, witty and flirtatious. Hepburn's performance projects nothing that resembles the portrait everybody in the movie paints of her. The main dramatic thrust of her character arc therefore makes no sense.
Perhaps the most ridiculous scene is that in which Tracy's father blames her extreme coldness (and again, the Tracy we see is not cold, but effervescent and sassy) as the cause of his affair (!). His little speech, which must be heard to be believed, can be paraphrased thus: 'Tracy, perhaps if you weren't so cold I wouldn't need a mistress. I've only strayed from your mother because you're so unloving.'
The mere fact that the father says this is astounding enough, but furthermore we're clearly meant to absorb the father's speech as a piece of incisive, profound wisdom. Tracy begins to cry meaningfully as if he's uttered the key to everything. Oh, I forgot to add that he says this just before her wedding. Thanks dad!
The father's speech is not only inappropriate but psychologically implausible--men have affairs for many reasons, but their daughters' coldness is rarely (and perhaps never) one of them. Even if that were the true reason for his infidelity, it's astonishing that the movie seems to deem this explanation sufficient to exonerate him of all culpability for his actions, while Tracy receives no such indulgence for her supposed coldness.
For the sake of argument, let's say that the movie does a good job of portraying Tracy as cold and judgmental (it doesn't), but if that were true, surely her genetics would bear some of the blame--her father is a selfish cad, her uncle is a roué, and her mother is a flighty society matron; her relations are all far less likable than she, yet
she's the one constantly under attack as a cruel and unapproachable goddess.
We're to believe that Cary Grant's character was an abusive alcoholic, but Grant's persona doesn't fit that at all. So again, we have a character that the film is trying to portray as one thing, but is clearly something else entirely; and if Grant really is an abusive alcoholic, why is the movie constantly urging us to siphon all sympathy away from Hepburn's character, as if she were the real abuser? One can see a rather misogynistic pattern emerging--women are to forgive men's failings, but are to receive no forgiveness themselves. They exist to please and placate men.
Tracy's brief romance with Jimmy Stewart's character comes on abruptly, without adequate dramatic preparation, and seems to result from their inebriation rather than deep thought or feeling; yet the scene is played as if it were a revelation of true character, not just a drunken illusion. Their characters' backgrounds and temperaments seem far too divergent to make their sudden infatuation at all believable.
I can only conclude that this movie's extraordinary reputation is due to the stars' cumulative achievements. It certainly isn't justified by the meager impact of this muddled and somewhat offensive story. Yes, the stars play many scenes with great elegance and charisma and there is some enjoyment to be had here and there, but the fundamental dramatic incoherence of the plot and character motivations shouldn't be overlooked because of the sheer wattage onscreen. These issues prevent me from feeling much of anything for the characters, and while I always enjoy seeing these performers, the material here hardly makes the most of their talents.
Now, back to me-- I did like the inclusion of this Groucho tune...