Word: lemmons
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...three later pictures, The Apartment (1960), Irma La Douce (1963), and The Fortune Cookie (1966), Wilder again provides nice sympathetic victims (Jack Lemmon in the first two, Ron Rich in the latter). But, perhaps to counteract this, he makes the victimizers increasingly grotesque. Walter Matthau's conniving lawyer Whiplash Willie in the recent Fortune Cookie is Wilder's most terrifying caricature of humanity. Matthau, constantly shifting his eyes trying to locate the quickest buck, fails to say one generous thing during the entire picture. The cruelties of this character, as you might expect, contrast sharply with the mild evils...
SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE MOVIES (NBC, 8:30-11 p.m.). Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau made dough in Billy Wilder's The Fortune Cookie (1966), even though the show was rather crummy...
...exhibit is a little machine with a sign reading; "Jesse and Frank James and Cole Younger used this 1843 mill to crack corn for their horses when they stopped in 1869-1870 and 1871 at the Abbott-Cooper-Lemmon-Ranch 9 miles west of ENNIS, TEXAS / displayed through the courtesy of Lawrence Camper of Ennis." Credit goes where credit...
...wife is a bitch, his son is well on the way toward becoming one of those uppermiddle class brats, and his dog really does growl at him -- on the phone, yet. Twelve years he's been married; twelve years of his live shot to hell. That's why Jack Lemmon is able to make Brubaker so much worthier an object of sympathy (or empathy, depending on your age group) than Benjamin. Braddock stumbles through situations picking up the emotional cost with a sort or moral charge plate...
...action really does center on Lemmon and Deneuve. Perhaps it is some unknown clairvoyant power that lets you be drawn into them, to let you feel for them so much; whatever it is, it works. As Potter is drunkenly speeding down the Thruway to get Brubaker to kennedy for the flight with Catherine to Paris, you find yourself whispering, "Make it, man! Oh please let him make it!" I hadn't rooted so hard for the good guys since the Yale game...