where is the difference

Is Front Page black enough, black enough, noisy enough, and noisy enough. Jack Lemmon's speech rate is no slower than that of Prince Grant and Princess Roselyn Russell, and Walter Marsau is also consistently sophisticated, cunning, and annoying, with a tight rhythm and adequate control. All are very hardworking.

If you haven't seen Girlfriend Friday, you'd give this movie more than 4 stars.

But unfortunately, there was a guy named Howard Hawks who took the two Whisperers I mentioned above and made this story in the 40's. I give that version 5 stars.

Where is the difference? in compassion. Comedy is inseparable from compassion, and a comedy without compassion is not even a black comedy, it can only be called a black drama. And Wilder's so called comedy is not a comedy, it's an anti-comedy, it's a black drama.

If nothing else, let's talk about the phone call at the end, whether Lubitsch, Hawkes, Ford, or even the sophisticated Demille, or Sturges, who refers to people's hearts, would not do that. That way, it's not William who is going to be hanged in this film, but the reporter that Jack Lemmon is going to play. Wilder wasn't even satisfied, in the subtitles after the call, that the actress ended up marrying someone else.

Wilder's heart is extremely dark, it's not a question of good or bad, he just doesn't believe all this, it's all fucking fake, it's all fucking deceitful, he will definitely say that. Don't blame him, his life experience has made this poor old man pouting and fucking mothers all over the world all his life. Even if he had worked under the most sympathetic Lubitsch, even if he made it his duty to inherit Lubitsch's touch, he could not be sympathetic and could not learn the essence of Lubitsch's touch.

I think sophistication is right, comedy is an art form that shows wisdom, you must be kind of sophisticated, but excessive sophistication becomes cynical, and excessive cynicism is annoying. I hated the ending, I hated Walter Matthau's unbridled sophistication, and I hated Jack Lemmon looking at the girl without the slightest emotion, just reading his lines. They were all too sophisticated, the love never happened, it was a pretense from the beginning.

So no matter how hard and tight the film is, it's going to be emotionally uncomfortable, uncomfortable from start to finish.

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