Regina Lampert, on a trip to Paris and hoping to divorce her husband, finds him dead and knows she is in evident danger from his former war buddies. She trusts a rather suave but untrustworthy man using many different alias to keep her safe and crack the case.
Charade is as 1960s as it gets. It has a corny, old atmosphere to it with overdone and sometimes unrealistic performances from Grant and Hepburn. Those two have questionable chemistry as they share the same emotion over and over, it seems all overdone and fake. Most would note the film style bears a striking resemblance of Hitchcock's film style, I see it as that plus the corny atmosphere. Charade isn't for everyone and I couldn't get hooked right away, however the film did pick up over time but various essential aspects seemed off time and time again.