The social satire gets precious at times, but Connery (sans hairpiece!) and Hepburn (swathed for the first hour in a nun's wimple) bring a fervid depth of feeling to their characters' rekindled courtship.
It's one of those rare movies, like King Hu's Touch of Zen, that handles its historical imagery so cleanly, and contains its pretensions so solidly within sure characterisation and plotting, that it is often sublimely expressive.
Connery and Hepburn seem to have arrived at a tacit understanding between themselves about their characters. They glow. They really do seem in love. And they project as marvelously complex, fond, tender people.