I hadn’t seen Billy Wilder’s The Fortune Cookie until a few days ago. Bad, bad me.
It was terrific. Not the greatest comedy ever made, but this witty farce, concerning an injured cameraman and his lawyer brother-in-law’s scheme to collect a fraudulent insurance windfall, was as smooth and quick on its feet as Walter Matthau’s sleazy attorney. I think I put off viewing it for so long because it was about insurance. Amazing how so dry a subject can make such froth.
I confess there are still a lot of fine films I haven’t seen. But I can now check this Cookie off my list. Thank goodness.