Julie moves along at breakneck speed to its bizarre ending in an airplane, in some ways reminiscent of 911. Within the first few moments of the film Doris Day is running from her murdering jealous husband well played by Louis Jourdan as Lyle, an unbalanced concert pianist. The opening is set in Carmel, CA, and the film would have been a whole lot better if it had stayed there but instead it shifts to San Francisco. The opening scene, with the crazed Lyle pressing his foot on his wife's as she's driving, and thus accelerating the car is terrific, as he has his arm around her, not looking at the road, only at her, and she's in a panic, trying to control the gigantic two-toned Chrysler on the twisty road, unable to decelerate, an unwilling student in some kind of speed driving lesson. As she has enough of this she decides to resurrect her previous career as an airline steward, but Lyle follows her wherever she goes. This relentless chase is comically narrated by Doris Day. The film starts losing energy, and the final climax, which is supposed to be exciting, is badly done.
Review of Julie
