Billy Wilder, who takes as his source material a French farce by Francis Veber, and who seems in general at a loss for original ideas, banks heavily on the very unoriginal idea of teaming Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon (for the third time in a Billy Wilder movie and fourth time overall), in the respective roles of a Mafia hitman and a suicidal cuckold. The humor element is a little weak -- no, not just a little -- but the handsomeness element is pretty strong, with some good views of California streets and freeways, and some good decorative touches -- patterned tiles, carved wood doors, tastefully faded wallpaper, wicker furniture -- in a fine old Spanish hotel in Riverside. With Paula Prentiss and Klaus Kinski. (1981) — Duncan Shepherd
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