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Why The Apart­ment is my favourite Christ­mas movie

24 Dec 2017

Words by Darren Richman

Diners laughing at diner counter, people chatting and dining.
Diners laughing at diner counter, people chatting and dining.
Bil­ly Wilder’s clas­sic 1960 com­e­dy is the per­fect film to get you in the fes­tive spirit.

It seems an annu­al tra­di­tion now to argue about whether or not Die Hard is a Christ­mas movie and, if it is, whether it’s the great­est Christ­mas movie. The first ques­tion is too com­plex to get into here but the sec­ond can be answered with ease. Die Hard can’t pos­si­bly be the great­est Christ­mas movie – because The Apart­ment is.

The sto­ry of this clas­sic film begins with that of anoth­er. When direc­tor Bil­ly Wilder saw David Lean’s Brief Encounter, which fea­tures an adul­ter­ous tryst between a cou­ple in the flat of a third par­ty, he exit­ed the cin­e­ma and scrib­bled down a ques­tion in his note­book, the germ of an idea: What about the poor schnook who has to crawl into the still-warm bed of the lovers?’ It was years before he felt he could slip the idea past censors.

In 1960, Wilder was on one of the great runs of form in the his­to­ry of cin­e­ma. He had just made Wit­ness for the Pros­e­cu­tion and Some Like It Hot, remark­ably dif­fer­ent works that show­cased his range as a direc­tor. The Apart­ment feels like the per­fect blend of his sen­si­bil­i­ties; sweet and sour, hilar­i­ous and heart-break­ing. This is a roman­tic com­e­dy in which sui­cide is a recur­ring theme. Indeed, in the icon­ic clos­ing moments, the sound of a cham­pagne bot­tle being opened is mis­tak­en by our hero­ine for a gun­shot and the idea that our hero might have end­ed things some­how seems plau­si­ble. It’s tes­ta­ment to how vivid­ly the char­ac­ters are drawn and how beau­ti­ful­ly they are per­formed that, how­ev­er many times one watch­es the film, there is still a sense of relief when the door opens and all is revealed to be well.

Jack Lem­mon plays CC Bax­ter, a small man in a big com­pa­ny whose apart­ment is used for extracur­ric­u­lar activ­i­ties by just about every­one bar the man pay­ing the rent. Nobody tru­ly knows Bax­ter but the warmth Lem­mon con­veys dur­ing large sec­tions alone on screen is a won­der to behold. He is in love with an ele­va­tor girl named Fran Kube­lik (a nev­er-bet­ter Shirley MacLaine) but she is try­ing to deal with her own on-again off-again rela­tion­ship with mar­ried boss Shel­drake (Fred Mac­Mur­ray, star of Wilder’s ear­li­er mas­ter­piece Dou­ble Indemnity).

The writ­ers of Mad Men have acknowl­edged the debt their show owes to The Apart­ment, and it is to the latter’s cred­it that Fran has more agency than the vast major­i­ty of Don Draper’s para­mours despite the film being made half a cen­tu­ry ear­li­er. Fran’s face in the penul­ti­mate scene as Auld Lang Syne plays and she realis­es what she needs to do is per­haps the most per­fect moment in a crowd­ed field.

The film is light years ahead of its time in its can­did approach to sex. At one point, a drunk and depressed Bax­ter takes a woman back to his place sim­ply because he’s at his low­est ebb. This is not a moral­i­ty tale and the mes­sage of the film is best con­veyed by Baxter’s neigh­bour, Dr Drey­fuss, who urges Lemmon’s char­ac­ter to be a men­sch – a real human being.” The Yid­dish spo­ken by the good doc­tor reminds us that Wilder escaped Berlin in the 1930s and came to Hol­ly­wood with only a rudi­men­ta­ry grasp of Eng­lish yet went on to write some of the most sparkling dia­logue ever uttered on the big screen. The doc­tor and his wife, like every char­ac­ter in The Apart­ment, are so per­fect­ly ren­dered that one can imag­ine their lives in detail despite a lim­it­ed amount of screen time.

The econ­o­my of the script is star­tling. In one word­less moment, Fran offers Bax­ter her bro­ken mir­ror and, sans dia­logue, all becomes clear to Lemmon’s char­ac­ter as he realis­es this is the very same mir­ror that had been left behind in his apart­ment and he’s been inad­ver­tent­ly aid­ing his boss pur­sue the woman of his own dreams. The romance between the leads is nev­er laid on too thick; a kiss on the fore­head is as affec­tion­ate as it gets and Bax­ter only shows his hand in the very final scene when he informs Fran he adores her. The response is a moment of pure Wilder, inspired by Maclaine’s own lessons in gin rum­my from Frank Sina­tra and the rat pack around the same time: Shut up and deal.” The director’s pre­vi­ous film might have con­clud­ed with the words nobody’s per­fect”, but some films are.

One recur­ring theme involves par­o­dy­ing the ubiq­ui­ty of the suf­fix wise’, a fea­ture of both the poster (‘Movie-wise, there has nev­er been any­thing like The Apart­ment – laugh-wise, love-wise, or oth­er­wise-wise!’) and the final lines of the script. The screen­play ends with the fol­low­ing words, after Fran has uttered her immor­tal clos­ing state­ment: Bud begins to deal, nev­er tak­ing his eyes off her. Fran removes her coat, starts pick­ing up her cards and arrang­ing them. Bud, a look of pure joy on his face, deals – and deals – and keeps deal­ing. And that’s about it. Story-wise.”

Wilder felt this was his finest film although he would nev­er go much fur­ther than to say, It worked.” It cer­tain­ly did and, in more than a cen­tu­ry of motion pic­tures, this is as good as it gets, movie-wise.

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