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Laughing all the way to the skank., 3 October 2008
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dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
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A sex-comedy with no sex and very little comedy.
Tony Curtis is an American philandering bachelor living in France, who
keeps three airline stewardesses on a string, each thinking they are
his fiancé. With their worldwide flying schedules, they are never in
town at the same time, so through the simple practice of changing their
mantle pictures and their underwear drawer, he keeps these simpletons
believing that each is "the one and only." Until Boeing introduces its
faster jets, totally screwing his screwing schedule.
Jerry Lewis is Curtis's friend who discovers his secret and plays
along, helping Curtis keep the three bims separated. Curtis's
housekeeper, grouchy Thelma Ritter (old as a redwood and twice as
gnarly), is in cahoots with him - disapprovingly, mind you - providing
those snare-hit punchlines for the blondies carouseling through the
apartment.
Yes, this is one of those farces where people speak fast and loud to
desperately create comedic situations. But comedy is culled from
real-life situations gone awry, and when characters don't in the least
behave "realistically," the harder it gets to cull the comedy. The less
realistically the characters react to their increasingly-ridiculous
situations, the less comedy, the more "forced" the farce.
And after all the skulking around, we discover that each girl has a
separate bedroom anyway! They aren't even sleeping with him! So after
the movie pumps itself with sexual innuendo, telling us this guy is so
amoral, we find out these shallow skanks are not even sleeping with him
in what is supposedly "their" home.
And one of the girls - after spending five minutes in a cab with Jerry
Lewis - falls for him. Some kinda fiancé! And the big reveal - between
all three girls finding each other in the same room, with Curtis and
Lewis stuttering their way through explanations - is ridiculously
infuriating.
Actually, Jerry Lewis does a great job as a semi-straight man. If you
completely suspend your disbelief (which is impossible), there are a
few mild laughs to be had. But on the whole, the social mores of 1965
really put a damper on this supposed comedy in this age of pop star
supersluts who dress and behave like whores.
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