Cary Grant underacting: brilliant.
This is the first Grant film I've seen where he underperforms. His face isn't contorted, he isn't smiling and jumpy and happy nor is he talking loudly and exquisitely. The beginning of this film was so remarkable, I almost wanted it to continue in that vein: a dark, film noiresque thriller, rain, shadows, Cary Grant with a relaxed, but almost frightening face.
Fortunately, the film eases into its comedic niche quite smoothly, something I think George Stevens did well. But Cary's acting for the rest of the film was, I thought, wonderful, if only because, perhaps, he wasn't acting at all. I couldn't help but think that maybe this was the closest Cary got to being himself. Or at least a darker version of himself. It really made the film that much more enjoyable for me.
Godverdomme! Wij zullen varen, al betekent het mijn dood!