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Anybody familiar with the work of director Billy Wilder knows right off the cuff that he was a man who understood that nothing, despite of his occasional dramatic proclivities, can be taken too seriously. Not even a war.
You know, that cold one.
And if there was ever a man who could see the bright side of a German POW camp or the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, it was him. Take for instance this month's highlight: the 1961 motor-mouthed comedy of communists, commercialism and Coca-Cola, “One, Two, Three".
