This one came to me on a recommendation and I’m glad it did. On the surface it’s a black-and-white studio romance, but The Americanization of Emily somehow manages to be both head-over-heels and quietly furious – a swoony love story wrapped round a genuinely sharp anti-war rant.
James Garner’s cheerful fixer is a great vessel for Paddy Chayefsky’s barbed speeches. He sells “cowardice” with such easy charm that it starts to sound like common sense: better to live by your own convictions than die to decorate some admiral’s press release. His big “practising coward” monologue to Emily’s mum, played with airy eccentricity by Joyce Grenfell, is an all-timer.
Opposite him, Julie Andrews gives Emily real backbone as well as vulnerability, and their ideological sparring slowly melts into something believably tender. Arthur Hiller keeps it snappy, while Melvyn Douglas and James Coburn bring all the brass and bluster. For a mid-’60s studio picture, it’s far more romantic, and far more ruthless, than it has any right to be.