I gave To Catch a Thief another stab, this time sober, and it was (surprise!) a lot better than the other night. Loved the fireworks-as-metaphor-for-climax scene. Loved Grace's white ballgown with her too-perfect breasts perched so jauntily over her cinched-in waist. Loved Cary Grant in every scene. He's so gay, but who cares?