Some romances sprint towards the altar; this one keeps stepping back. Pretty early on, the tension isn’t if things will crack, it’s when — and that inevitability gives the film its edge.
On the surface, Holiday is all rich-people problems: drawing rooms, cocktails, and a family so wealthy they’ve basically mistaken money for a personality. But it’s doing something sharper than it first lets on. Johnny’s whole “maybe I don’t want to spend my life climbing” attitude skewers the American success story, and the film keeps poking at how “ambition” can turn into a polite self-betrayal. That’s why I ended up rooting hard for Ned — he’s the one who seems to feel the cost.
It does drag a bit, and as a Grant/Hepburn pairing it’s not their peak. Still, it’s smart, sly, and sneakily subversive.