The Apartment
Each year, New Year’s Eve brings to mind The Apartment, a film whose climax takes place on that evening. When you watch it next, note Shirley MacLaine’s great bit of acting as everyone at the party is singing Auld Lang Syne and her face radiates the melancholy of the holiday- our shared delusion of renewal as time keeps slipping from our grasp. And then, in a moment, she realizes that she’s found one other good soul
in a city and an office full of iced cads and her smile lights up with love for him- all revealed without words in a single close up. It’s probably safe to say that this is among the greatest love films of all time, yet it’s about philandering, a suicide attempt, and the harsh coldness of the urban and office ecosystems. People talk often about the cynicism in the films of Billy Wilder, a Jewish escapee from Nazi Austria whose mother, stepfather, and grandfather did not escape. But the heels in this film aren’t malevolent, just empty suits who want to be liked by each other and aren’t concerned with anything as trivial as a woman’s heart. (More the evil of banality than vice versa) Yet that happiness in Shirley MacLaine’s face is genuine and hard-earned. Our hope in this life is to find one more gentle soul with whom we can pass the time and fend off the cold.
Shut up and deal.Report
Did you hear what I said, Mister Schilling? I absolutely adore you.Report
Promises, promises.Report
“The Apartment” is one of my top five favorite movies. I love that movie so, so much. It has such compassion for its flawed, broken characters. It acknowledges their imperfections and how they’ve brought so much unhappiness on themselves, and wishes them well anyone. It’s a movie that allows its characters to get better.
I love it.Report
The Billy Wilder movie that never gets any love is The Fortune Cookie, even though it has so much going for it: a clever plot, witty, cynical dialog, the first Lemmon-Matthau pairing, and eventual, hard-earned redemption.Report