Leoparden küßt man nicht

It's such a joy to watch these two consummate film actors playing against type and having so much fun doing it, Hepburn as the dizzy whirlwind who talks a mile a minute (she reminds me a bit of Carole Lombard in "My Man Godfrey"), Grant as the absent-minded scientist who, bemused, always seems to be following two steps behind her. Hepburn's line readings are hilarious. I laugh out loud just remembering the look on her face and the way she says, "Wait a minute! There's nothing up there. There's NOTHING up there." Real life is just as absurd as the plot of this movie, but never as much fun. Thank God for the movies!