Review of How to Murder Your Wife (1965) by Paul B — 23 Mar 2009
In 1965, I was eight years old; for some bizarre reason, my mother took you to see this film. It made two indelible impression on me, chief of which is that from then on, all cement-mixing machines would be referred to as "gloppeda-gloppeda machines.
" Almost as important was its vision of early-1960s urban bachelor life. Totally unrealistic, of course, but after having seen this film shortly after having seen my first James Bond double feature, I'd never be one of the charms of country life.
Tuxedos, martinis, jazz music, and European women were tastes I acquired right then and there. At this date, the film itself is a rather rusty satire on the "war between the sexes" trope, exemplifying the semi-mythical "Playboy" lifestyle.
On the other hand, it has great performances from Jack Lemmon and Terry-Thomas, and a swingin' Neil Hefti music score. I still love it all, and it's certainly worth a look from you.
This review of How to Murder Your Wife (1965) was written by Paul B on 23 Mar 2009.
How to Murder Your Wife has generally received positive reviews.
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