Sunday, January 24, 2021

The Apartment


In my never-ending effort to fill my cultural gaps (we all have them), last night I watched for the first time Billy Wilder's "The Apartment," starring Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine. It's a 1960 Oscar-winner, often listed as one of the best films of all time. I can see why.

Lemmon plays a low-level insurance executive who works his way up in the company by loaning his apartment to his sleazy superiors for their extramarital affairs. This leaves him locked out of his own apartment a lot, and with neighbors who are both impressed and disgusted by all the action they they think he's getting. MacLaine plays an elevator operator with bad taste in men, including Lemmon's married boss.

These are surprisingly mature themes. Not that people in 1960 didn't have affairs, but to see them portrayed so openly and casually on screen is a mild jolt. Nearly every man but Lemmon is a cad, and even he's an accomplice. MacLaine makes it clear that she's a "good girl" who's been around the block a few times. 

The movie's also a white-hot critique of mid-Century corporate culture, a pretty common theme of the time. Lemmon works at a desk in a grid of hundreds of identical people sitting at identical desks on an office floor that vanishes into infinity. They enter and exit elevators summoned and dispatched by stern women with clickers, like orca trainers at Sea World. In a few years, all those people's tasks will be taken over by computers, and it's easy to conclude the computers did them a favor.

Lemmon is terrific. I'm more used to old Jack Lemmon, whose quirks and mannerisms I didn't always enjoy, but young Jack Lemmon was a rubbery coiled spring who could make putting a kettle on the stove interesting. And MacLaine . . . sigh. She's impossibly beautiful as well as a complete, complex character in her own right. Two terrific performances. Add the avuncular Fred MacMurray and Ray Walston playing against type as disgusting jerks, and you've got yourself a movie.

I kept an eye on old tech. I am not a scholar on the history of electric blankets, paper towels or instant coffee, but was surprised that Lemmon's tiny apartment had all three. He also had a nifty tabletop television remote that looked to be hardwired to the TV, an old fridge with the compressor on top, and a match-lit gas stove. I read that Wilder deliberately designed the apartment with a realistically cramped layout and well-worn furnishings, some borrowed from his own home. It feels lived in. The film is an unintentional time capsule of its era.

I also kept an eye on details that play differently today than they would have then. Sexism, obviously. Men are execs and women are secretaries. MacClaine's entire job is to stand in the elevator and push buttons for people, and she has to laugh off handsy men pinching her butt as a condition of employment. Also racism. The only black person I can recall seeing is a shoe-shine man; the only Asian is a restaurant piano player whose album is titled "Rickshaw Boy."

I don't think drinking and drunks, which the movie is loaded with, are as funny as they used to be. The office Christmas party is a drunken bacchanal of unbridled lechery. And I was really struck by The Apartment's attitude toward suicide, which isn't exactly played for laughs but more lightly than felt right to me. MacClaine tries to kill herself with sleeping pills, after which Lemmon confesses to her that he once tried to shoot himself. Like it's just something folks do when they break up. Near the end of the film we hear a loud bang and wonder if Lemmon has finally done himself in, and the "joke" is that he only popped a bottle of champagne. Kind of cringe-inducing, I thought.

I quibble (understanding that my quibbles could be someone else's deal-breakers). The Apartment is a sophisticated film that expects its audience to keep up. Great dialog. There are a lot of small grace notes. I caught one bit where, early in the movie, a drunk Lemmon says "three" to MacLaine and holds up four fingers, and much later MacLaine does the same to him. It tells you these characters are on the same wavelength without actually saying so. They don't make a big deal out of it, both moments pass quickly, but if you catch it it's terrific. 

Recommended for its sharp writing and brilliant performances. May want to avoid it if its 60-year-old attitudes toward infidelity, sexism, racism, alcoholism, or suicide would make it hard to enjoy.

6 comments:

Bookworm said...

Exquisite movie! It touches on so many emotions.

I thought differently about their treatment of suicide. My brother committed suicide, and they act just like I did for the first few years, trying to treat it lightly while covering up the pain.

I didn't remember the "three" and four fingers. I guess I'll have to watch it again.

Anonymous said...

"Sigh" always the prism of politically correct "standards". Must be exhausting to keep track of all the racism, sexism, and homophobia. keep at it. Soon all will be equal, if we have to beat down the nails, so be it.

Brian Fies said...

Treating people with empathy and respect can take more thought and effort, but I think it's worthwhile.

I did say I liked "The Apartment" very much. I have very little trouble viewing it through the prism of being "of its time." But if you can't imagine how society's attitudes could and should evolve over 50, 100, or 200 years, I'm sorry.

Gigi said...

"Treating people with empathy and respect can take more thought and effort, but I think it's worthwhile." Thank you for saying this, Brian! I am 13 and read your books, just posted about it on my blog. (quarantineoccasional.com.) I think this is very good, and we always have t take time to treat people with respect and empathy, even if it means getting out of our comfort zone. Love your work! Also, I'm trans nonbinary so always appreciate it when people aren't queerphobic.

Brian Fies said...

Thanks so much, Gigi. Your review is one of my favorites. You wrote that you wanted to wrap your arms around me in a big hug and feel the same for you. I hope you have good people in your life who support you. Thanks for reading and writing, and take care!

Quarantine Occasional said...

Oh the pleasure is 100% mine! I’ve never engaged with one of my favorite authors before this is an honor! Thank you! And I loved writing the review.