That immortal line was supposedly spoken by, yes, Cary Grant, who I’ve got on the mind today. It’s a George Clooney weekend at the multiplexes (you can see him in “Up in the Air” and “Men Who Stare at Goats” and hear him in “Fantastic Mr. Fox“), and Clooney’s certainly the closest thing we’ve got these days to Cary Grant. (Though I wouldn’t be adverse to hearing an argument for Hugh Grant.) Both men share the same easy elegance, a casual way of wearing a suit, a sly way with a line, and a grin that makes you want to hear more. Grant, who died 23 years ago last week at the age of 82, came to Hollywood in the 1930s from his native Britain and soon established a career as a smooth leading man in films ranging from classic screwball comedies (“The Awful Truth,” “Holiday,” “Bringing Up Baby”) to Hitchcock thrillers (“North by Northwest,” “To Catch a Thief”). He was, in fact, so suave he was considered to play the original James Bond (a role that, now that I think of it, just might fit Clooney to a T). This video, which puts together clips from many of Grant’s movies, imagines him as Bond — it’s a kick, and that kiss from Grace Kelly at the end (from “To Catch a Thief”) should send you all off to your weekends nicely. See you Monday.
December 4, 2009 at 10:08 AM