If this is love...
I'm sorry, I dislike this movie intensely. What a disappointment. I had been looking forward to this, settled down with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates - Hepburn, Bogart, Wilder, what could possibly go wrong.
Sabrina is a very irritating protagonist. Does she have any interests at all in life besides being obsessed with her father's fabulously rich employers? First she's having a crush on the very obviously good-for-nothing playboy younger son who doesn't give her the time of day - to the point of wanting to kill herself, for God's sake, the selfish brat. Then she's shipped off to Paris, well clearly that was a waste of time and money, for all she acquired there were cooking skills and a little superficial polish, but she certainly didn't become any wiser. I sure would have felt sorry for her father if he hadn't been going on about 'knowing one's place' non-stop. And it only got worse from there. It's not the age difference I've got a problem with, it's everything else. I'm just not buying it. If this is love... it's depressing.
Why are these people so unlikeable?! I've liked Audrey Hepburn before, I've seen Breakfast at Tiffany's more times than I can count. But this thing has probably turned me off her frailty, her modesty and her sweet childlike voice for good. As far as Bogart is concerned, I will try to forget (and forgive) it ever happened.
This story is almost disturbing. It's like a saccharine-coated fairy tale version of A Kiss Before Dying.
clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am...