Country: U.S.A.
Genre(s): Comedy
Director: Billy
Wilder
Cast: Tony Curtis /
Jack Lemmon / Marilyn Monroe
Plot
Having inadvertently
witnessed the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, two down-and-out musicians go on the
run from the Chicago mob by disguising themselves as women in an all-female
jazz band. Hijinks ensue when they both
fall for the band’s voluptuous singer.
What I Liked
Were it not for the
talents of its cast, “Some Like It Hot” would not be nearly as revered as it is
today. Or perhaps the praise belongs to
casting director Phil Benjamin for assembling them and placing them in the
perfect roles. Tony Curtis is a natural
as mischievous ladies’ man, Joe. Lemmon
in turn provides the perfect foil as the high-strung and exuberant Jerry. Monroe does her thing about as well as she
ever did it as the love-crazy bimbo Sugar.
Last but really not least, George Raft – who was a lifelong friend of
Bugsy Siegel and Meyer Lansky – gives an understated and underrated performance
as the cold-hearted gangster Spats.
One of the other
appeals for viewers back in the 1950s, particularly male audience members,
would have been all the risqué subject matter, jokes, and shenanigans. For a mainstream American film of its time,
“Some Like It Hot” puts an abundance of female flesh on display, particularly
legs and cleavage. The best laughs in
the movie come from watching Curtis and Lemmon get all kinds of curves shoved
in their faces and not be able to react for fear of blowing their…ahem…
cover. And this twenty-first century
viewer is not going to complain about two hours of watching Marilyn Monroe
shimmy and swoon in a variety of barely-there outfits.
What I Didn’t Like
Criticizing a film
that has been beloved by millions, is considered one of the defining moments of
Marilyn Monroe’s career, and has been rated the single greatest comedy ever
made by the American Film Institute might not be considered rational to some,
but here goes anyway.
As I said at the
beginning of the previous section, “Some Like It Hot” wouldn’t be nearly as
respected of a film if it weren’t for the cast.
The plot and script itself are fair, but nothing spectacular. The characters are about as stock as
characters come. The banter, clearly
meant to be crux of the comedy between Curtis and Lemmon, often falls
flat. In short, I’ve seen this film more
than once and on no occasion did it illicit more than a few chuckles from me in
its entire two hour length. Those
chuckles came from the actors and how they delivered the dialogue or reacted to
the situations in which their characters were placed, not from the script.
Here’s something else
that bugs me about this and other old movies.
Outdoors in the Chicago winter the main characters are bundled up and
constantly harping about how cold it is, yet we never once see their
breath. I know, nit-picking, but it’s
just a pet peeve of mine to see something so simple overlooked in a major motion
picture.
Most Memorable Scene
Tony Curtis gives us
a terrific impression of Cary Grant when his character tries to woo Monroe by
passing himself off as the heir to Shell Oil.
These scenes, all shared with Monroe, are the funniest of the film,
particularly when they are together alone on a yacht and Curtis pretends that
he is impervious to the wiles of women, convincing Monroe to use all of her
curvaceous charms on him. The actors
have some enjoyable chemistry with one another, especially for two people who
apparently couldn’t stand one another.
Monroe’s erratic behavior and lack of professionalism was a real trial
for everyone else involved in the film.
By the time they got to film this scene, Curtis said later, kissing
Monroe was “like kissing Hitler.”
My Rating: 4 out of 5
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