Crwthod A lot more amusing than I thought it would be.

Fatma Suarez The movie's neither hopeful in contrived ways, nor hopeless in different contrived ways. Somehow it manages to be wonderful

Zlatica One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

Isbel A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

mark.waltz Similar in nature to the same year's "Irma La Douce" with the exception of the era in which it was set, this delightful romantic farce is a charming spoof of the fashion industry with a bit of the lady of the evening thrown in. The team of Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward may not be Burton and Taylor, but their pairings on film tend to have better scripts and are less overshadowed by their personal lives. Woodward here allows herself to be de-glamorized as a rather masculine woman who specializes in knock-offs of high end fashion and goes to Paris to find new stock. After perusing such outrageous frocks as a giant feather duster and curtains for the Versaille, she takes on a lesson from guest Maurice Chevalier to seek out womanhood. A trip to Elizabeth Arden changes her image, but sitting alone in a café only brings on the wrong kind of pass.Paul Newman, who encountered the obnoxious Woodward on the plane over from New York, at first doesn't recognize her, using the name Mimi instead of the more masculine Sam. He is allowed to think of her as paid companionship, a fact she doesn't dispute. But as he becomes wise to her, he has all sorts of bizarre fantasies of how to tame her, setting her up for the inevitable confrontation.The always sunny Thelma Ritter is a delight as Woodward's love-starved assistant with Eva Gabor, George Tobias and Marvin Kaplan in fine support. The fashion industry is playfully made fun of and there is the obvious feeling that the writer had some truth to his light-hearted attack. Sinatra sings the title tune over the credits which Chevalier repeats as part of a medley.

richard-1787 Why the 15 others who reviewed this before me didn't much care for it I don't understand. Melville Shavelson's script is very intelligent and often very clever, and it is delivered by a cast of uniformly first-rate actor/comedians. (It's no surprise that Shavelson also wrote the script for April in Paris, another romantic comedy set in the French capital. There, however, room had to be made for a too elderly and not really funny Ray Bolger, and the movie suffered for it. Here, with no weak links and a lot of very strong ones, Shevelson didn't have to lower the level of the comedy.) One of the things I most liked about this very likable movie is that it pokes gentle fun at a host of previous movies, from Breakfast at Tiffany's to The Women to Cat on a Hot Tin Roof to .... Woodward dressed up as a parody of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's is really clever. Or is that a parody of Norma Shearer in Idiot's Delight???The one thing that won't endear this movie to feminists, and rightfully so, are the repeated pronouncements that women must get married in order to be happy and that they will be miserable until then. I suppose that was necessary to balance the implied shenanigans, but it does get old quickly. For that, try to remember that the movie dates from a fortunately bygone era.Other than that, there is lots to enjoy here. So enjoy!

Nazi_Fighter_David "A New Kind of Love" is a forgettable farce comedy teamed with Newman and Woodward … It's an unpretentious story: a simple, mannish woman foolish1y devotes herself to a career instead of doing what women are supposed to do—hunt for husbands… But she gives her beauty treatment, a new style and expensive clothes and she'll straighten out and find a man… The new look is that after her marked change, the man mistakes her for a prostitute… Although she's humiliated, she encourages his misunderstanding, telling him sensational stories about herself until he falls in love with her! The implication: if satisfying a man's infantile sex fantasies is the only way to get him, it's better than being an ordinary professional woman… Joanne Woodward plays a fashion designer who, with blonde hair and showy makeup, actually looks more uninteresting than before… Newman plays a sportswriter whose athletics with blonds has kept him from winning the Pulitzer Prize… He's an arrogant, alcoholic ill-bred man … As usual, he has some effective lecherous looks and self-disgusted expressions, but with all the charm and the grace

Shannon Okay, so it's not an art piece, a great classic, or a stellar example of brilliant film- making. But does every movie have to be? This movie is cute, charming and clean (especially when compared to the most of the filth being made today). Paris looks gorgeous, as do Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward, and the haute couture fashions are to die for. Sometimes you're just in the mood for something light and frothy, where you don't need to think, analyze or criticize. This movie is ideal for that purpose. I particularly enjoyed the witty comments in the opening credits regarding the fashions used in the picture. While not worth running out and buying (although thanks to my husband and an Amazon wish list accident I do now own the DVD), it would certainly be worth watching if it ran on TV, or even renting if you have a particular fondness for this era, or these actors.