Walk, Don't Run. In crowded Tokyo during the 1964 Olympic Games, a titled British industrial giant cannot find a hotel room. Noticing an APT TO SHARE ad on the embassy bulletin board, he orders his limousine over to the address given and starts one-upping a startled working girl.
"But you're a man," she protests.
"Yes, I suppose so."
"I'd prefer sharing my apartment with a woman."
"So would I," he says and, nodding briskly, moves right in.
Despite a wheezy plot that must be older than Gary Grant, Walk, Don't Run has the ageless advantage of Grant himself, a galloping 62 and perfectly cast as the...