Grant plays a Brit in Tokyo a couple of days before the 1964 Olympic games. There's no place to stay, but he wangles a spot in Samantha Eggar's tiny apartment. Then Jim Hutton arrives on the scene. Hutton is a competitor in the games, but there's no Olympic Village, and Hutton also needs a place to stay. Grant sublets his share of the apartment to Hutton. Hutton and Eggar are complete opposites and don't get along. And besides, she's already in a relationship. Guess what happens.
Yes, like Father Goose, this movie is utterly predicable, and I wouldn't want it any other way. Apparently some people find this a kind of letdown and not the best way for Grant to end his career. They're wrong of course. It's a very funny movie. Grant is as dashing and charming as ever, even though he's growing older, and it's fun to see him pass the leading man role to someone else. Hutton and Eggar are almost as good.
Here's something typical, I suppose. Hutton goes to great lengths in the movie to conceal the event he's competing in. So I won't tell you. I'll give you a hint, though: Think Lawrence Block. Or you could just look at the poster.
