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The Apartment
(1960)
Review
Billy
Wilder's The Apartment is a neat, clever and sensitive
romantic comedy about a low-level company clerk (Lemmon) who in a
bid to climb the corporate ladder lends out his apartment to his
execs and their mistresses, while his own love-life is limited to
exchanging cordial lines with the young and perky elevator operator
(MacLaine). The assured form and a bubbly Jack Lemmon makes the film
instantly captivating, as we're effectively transported back to a
booming New York City in the early stages of second-wave feminism.
The preface is among the best ever in this genre, and even as the
plot thickens and the film turns half into a screwball comedy,
Wilder keeps his composure and sense of direction. For instance, the
moral implications never turn into moralizing, and we get to pass
our own judgements. Wilder is more interested in exploring the
mechanisms at work than evaluate them, and this ensures that the
film remains relevant even today, and also makes the Sheldrake
character an interesting (if somewhat anachronistic) character
study. The only thing lacking here, despite superb performances by
both Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine, is a little more heat and spark
between them. Lemmon is a sheer delight, even if his nervous babble
occasionally does threaten to overdo it a little, and MacLaine's
sensitive performance is ten years ahead of its time. The
Apartment won five Oscars, among others for the superb set
decoration. It was the final black-and-white film to win the Best
Picture Oscar until
The Artist in 2011.
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