1960 Directed by Billy Wilder
Bud Baxter is a minor clerk in a huge New York insurance company, until he discovers a quick way to climb the corporate ladder. He lends out his apartment to the executives as a place to take their mistresses. Although he often has to deal with the aftermath of their visits, one night he's left with a major problem to solve.
Jack Lemmon Shirley MacLaine Fred MacMurray Ray Walston Jack Kruschen David Lewis Hope Holiday Joan Shawlee Naomi Stevens Johnny Seven Joyce Jameson Willard Waterman David White Edie Adams Dorothy Abbott Ralph Moratz Joe Palma Bill Baldwin Benny Burt Lynn Cartwright Mason Curry David Macklin Hal Smith Paul Bradley Steve Carruthers Dick Cherney Franklyn Farnum Herschel Graham Lars Hensen Show All…
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one of those movies where i could’ve seen it opening night, and i could have been a little baby, fresh out of the womb watching this, goo gooing, ga gaing, shitting my stupid little diaper, and it still would make me go “where has this been all my life?”
technically a xmas movie so merry xmas everyone! (if you happen to read this review on xmas)
2022 edit: why’d i write this
"the mirror... it's broken."
"yes, i know. i like it that way. makes me look the way i feel."
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"Night like this, it sorta spooks you, walking into an empty apartment."
"I said I had no family. I didn't say I had an empty apartment."
A film of deliciously dark and humbling set-ups and payoffs, each built with an inherent comic purpose, eventually crumbling into tragedy.
now i know what i gotta do to get a promotion at work, you did good movie, advice-wise
I'm an especially reclusive person. I don't even know if I've ever managed to have a social life the way I wanted because, to say the least, I've lived my life as a hermit. I think this is a fairly known fact about me, and it isn't surprising about the sort of person that I am, I've been living a lonely person. I've never been a particularly good communicator. I'm already nearing my 19th birthday as I'm writing this and I'm only getting unhappier about it by the minute because I'm about to start college later this year and I don't even know if I'm ready for it. To say the least, if any other film ever managed to get…
I love that CC isn’t actually an especially great guy. He’s well meaning but completely ineffectual and unquestioning of the toxic ladder he’s at the bottom of. His niceness is never presented as anything stronger or more profound than that. He’s simply nice. Were he to move up this ladder he’d wind up as no more than a chipper variant on the horny bosses who shuffle in and out of his apartment. Even when he’s stepping in front of a cabbie’s fist or making spaghetti for Kubelik he’s still only really following the path of least resistance from moment to moment. And it’s to the movie’s credit that that good boy attitude isn’t undervalued either. It saves Kubelik’s life. But…
it’s a jack lemmon sadly pulling a limp spaghetti noodle off a tennis racket kind of mood today friends
just overwhelmed. by how good it was, by how billy wilder can do no wrong, and yes, how im going to be making this a new christmas tradition
me watching c.c baxter strain spaghetti with a tennis racket: i'm in this picture and i don't like it.
the office that our protagonist works in seems to stretch on forever. he's one in a thousand of drones, working at open desks, arranged in neat rows. the black and white cinematography makes the whole thing seem even more dull. his life isn't in color but rather in shades of grey. later on in the film, he gets his own office and his great consolation seems to be a painted title on the door. get up, go to work, let the higher-ups use your apartment for their indiscretions, try to pass the time, ignore your own desperate loneliness, rinse, repeat, recycle.…
jack lemmon was coughing and sneezing and getting into crowded lifts and shaking people's hands and it totally freaked me out
