Apartment, The (1960)

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The word "bathos" refers to the absurd juxtaposition of high and low, especially in the form of the unexpected descent from the former to the latter. It's the stunning mountain vista nestled in a snowglobe, or the whispered love poem that you realize too late is directed at a car or a dog or a sandwich.

If there's a word for the reverse, the sudden elevation from low to high, I'm not aware of it, though "sublime" may be appropriate. What do you call it when the trivial or vulgar is elevated by unexpected depth and beauty? Whatever the word, it's what makes The Apartment worth loving.

It starts like any other Wilder/Lemmon comedy (Irma la Douce, Some Like It Hot, etc.), with a fool in over his head. C. C. Baxter operates his apartment like a love hotel, offering it up every night for his superiors to rendezvous with their mistresses. They're all too happy to take advantage -- to comic effect -- to the point of forcing Baxter to sleep on a park bench.

But things change when the arrangement is extended to the Director of Personnel, Jeff Sheldrake (Fred MacMurray), and his lover Fran Kubelik (Shirley MacLaine), the elevator girl that Baxter himself has been pursuing. A confusing love triangle seems like the perfect setup for screwball farce, so it's a profound shock when that isn't at all what happens.

Kubelik isn't the usual romantic-comedy girl; she belongs in a drama. She's too real. She doesn't respond to betrayal with amusing plots for revenge or reconciliation, she responds with hurt. She's better at melancholy than witty repartee. Kubelik brings tragedy to the film, the consequences of Sheldrake's philandering making for a terrible, awful contrast to Baxter's own petty, self-inflicted woes. When the comedy resumes, it has a nervous edge. It's darker.

The film is, perhaps, overly sentimental, occasionally cheap, and not entirely convincing. But it's brilliantly analytical of its own genre, the kind of comedy where nobody ever seems to get hurt. It's as though, at the end of Some Like It Hot, Osgood responded to "Daphne"'s revelation the way most real men would, with shock, rage, grief, denial, anything but blithe acceptance. It's remarkable.

- Sam - 2007-03-14 00:16:43