For my money, still the best Bond, with a screwball plotline that keeps the locales changing and the surprises coming—even when reason dictates that the picture should be over. Lotte Lenya and Robert Shaw make a creepy pair, and Daniela Bianchi embodies the essence of centerfold sex, circa 1964. Terence Young directed; with Sean Connery.
A terrifically entertaining comedy-thriller (1963), perfectly crafted by Stanley Donen from an ingenious screenplay by Peter Stone. Audrey Hepburn, freshly and not too unhappily widowed, is pursued by a gang of her late husband’s war buddies, who think she now possesses the money they stole in combat. Cary Grant appears to be her only ally, until he starts doing strange things, too—such as taking a shower with his clothes on. There’s a marvelous use of Paris locations, as you’d expect from the director of Funny Face. With James Coburn, George Kennedy, Ned Glass, and Walter Matthau.