This was Cary Grant's last film and is a fitting role for him, charming, good-humoured with a nice dose of physical comedy thrown in. He does what all the screen greats do: leaves you thinking that he was the only man who could possibly have played this role. Although, in this case, he probably was.
Walk Don't Run is one of those films that seemed to be churned out in the 1960s, a nice tight plot, a fine group of characters and some good laughs along the way all brought together with a good cast.
Grant plays businessman Sir William Rutland who turns up earlier than planned in Tokyo which is hosting the Olympic Games and, of course, there isn't a hotel room to be had. He ends up charming his way into the flat of a single girl until he can get into his hotel room. That however, isn't the signal for the usual plot, as Grant ends up playing cupid in a brilliantly unsentimental manner for the girl and an Olympic athlete he picks up along the way.
There are some very funny moments, not least when Grant ends up in an Olympic event, and all this is done with the debonair style that he displayed in Charade and as far back as Monkey Business.
Mention Cary Grant and this film would probably never enter most people's minds (probably because they will never have heard if it) and that's a real shame. Walk Don't Run is a fitting testament to a fine British actor who charmed the world. I would be amazed if anyone could find anything to dislike about this little gem of a film.