I was expecting a complete fiasco from this comical heist film with a not so bad Brooke Shields as suspect #1 in the theft of a very valuable diamond from the Manhattan auction house where she works, taking the audience from the Big Apple to London where the truth is exposed. Yep, Brooke's British accent is phony, and her black eye that she claims she got from a boyfriend magically disappears. Detective Howard Hessman is the New York detective on the case, going from sexy partner Ed Marinaro in New York to none other than Twiggy in London.

While this definitely is not rocket science to figure out, it's a frequently charming and surprisingly better than average caper film that I had expected would be terrible but found myself having a good time with. Shields is only really bad when she's trying to speak with the British accent, even though she basically sleepwalks her way through the rest of the film. Fortunately, she's not the dominant force of the story, and Twiggy is a welcome replacement for her when they get to England until she pops back into the story again. Darren McGavin is very funny in his small role, and the location foorage is quite pleasant to look at. I found Hessman wrong what this card, and which kids switch roles with Marinaro.