And so the movie becomes an attractively progressive story, in which the initially exploitative Tracy character, her shady promoter, become a nurturing partner, highly preferable to the stifling stiff she started out with. Ching keeps turning up even though he’s not wanted - “I have never hated a man so much!” declared Fiona. There’s a great hallucinatory tennis match in which Kate’s racket shrinks and detumesces while her opponent’s (an intriguing Betty Page type in a satin costume) grows Brobdingnagian. This one also has William Ching in the schnook role as Pat/Kate’s betrothed, and a good central conceit - his presence “frazzles” Hepburn when she does sports - she’s a superhuman who can excel at anything, but not if he’s watching. Come for Aldo Ray, stay to see Kate Hepburn beat up Charles Bronson. But it inspired me to watch the film for the first time, an easy sell for Fiona on account of the stars, particularly Aldo Ray. Once again, Claire and Glenn Kenny anticipate me on PAT AND MIKE with an excellent piece I’m not even going to try to compete with.
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