directed by Billy Wilder
Nominated in 10 categories, finally won 5 Oscars, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: “The Apartment” – the story about cheating, drinking alcohol and all that in just one flat. The Academy used to have different values back then (honestly, wouldn’t mind if they reevaluated their current views, to be honest). Anyway, seriously speaking, this is an adorable comedy about choosing between love and professional growth. The main character is Bud (Jack Lemmon), who’s working in a national insurance corporation. He really wishes to get promoted and tries his best to impress all the important people at work. Except the fact that he does everything he’s asked to and is a very conscientious worker, there’s one more thing that people appreciate him for. And it’s his flat. Because Bud doesn’t mind borrowing his place to whoever wants it. What might be middle-aged managers from New York doing in such a borrowed flat? Obviously, drinking alcohol and having sex with anyone but their wives. It doesn’t bother Bud, because it’s not his life and all he’s doing is not getting home before 8 pm. However, things do change when Bud falls in love with an elevator operator from his company building, Fran (Shirley MacLaine). Falling in love doesn’t seem to be a problem, but the fact that Bud’s boss (Fred MacMurray) is having an affair with the woman… well, that makes things way more complicated. It is said that the film is partially based on a real story that happened in Hollywood, where one producer’s wife was having an affair with another man and those two were meeting at some employee’s flat. Drama, drama, drama. Anyway, I’m a fan of Billy Wilder and I adore his style, so I totally recommend you to see this production. Even though this film really is about alcohol and sex with strangers, there’s a cute love story hidden there, so I approve all those Oscars given a long time ago. Oh and you must see Jack Lemmon singing while cooking pasta (which was improvised by the actor, by the way) and straining it using a tennis racket. That’s the king of cooking we don’t deserve in our life.
My rating: 7/10
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I have nothing to watch 