"It's a habit with me, like breathin'... If I skip one night a week I wake up the next morning with such a headache." -Dino (Dean Martin), on his daily need for sex
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| Anything to avoid a headache |
If you're at all familiar with classic Hollywood movies, you probably know the work of Billy Wilder. He was the director and co-writer of some all-time gems, including
Double Indemnity,
Sunset Boulevard,
Some Like It Hot,
Sabrina, and
The Apartment. Less well known is his 1964 sex comedy,
Kiss Me, Stupid, a raunchy poke at showbiz sleaze whose subject--small-town songwriters do whatever it takes to convince a visiting superstar to buy one of their songs--would be right at home on today's reality TV.
But at the time, the movie proved far more risque than audiences (or critics) were equipped to handle. Even today there's something distinctly
dirty about it. Aside from the illicit spark that comes with seeing undisguised innuendo in an old Hollywood movie,
Kiss Me, Stupid is marked by a cynical leering quality that covers it like a crusty coat of pollen. With every lewd zinger and suggestive image, you can't help wondering, "How did they get away with this?"
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