One, two, three pearl is a master and genius of Billy Wilder.
Mr. MacNamara (James Cagney ), sales manager of Coca Cola in Berlin is on hand to ensure their future and improve your company taking the company across the Iron Curtain. But one day, the company president sent his daughter to spend a few days and despendolada Berlón girl falls in love with a red East Germany, putting all MacNamara plans in check.
One, two, three and Billy Wilder's comedy at its best. When the MGM lion leaves the screen, a cheerful tune, shrill and powerful, suddenly becomes the always great Sabre dance-identifiquéis maybe not for the title, but I would assume that most of you know, while passing the opening credits. Wilder produces coguioniza and directs, as he likes. Contextualization begins immediately after Germany, Cold War, a powerful voice and normal pace and in a neutral tone begins to set the tone of the humor of Wilder on this occasion "Some East German police were rude and suspicious, others were suspicious and rude 'or' but people went about their daily affairs ... marching. " Then Coca Cola, capitalism and the reconstruction of West Germany, with workers purely Germanic efficiency and parodic modes and elegantly Nazis (not carry forth this context).
MacNamara is a type a bit grumpy and surly with subordinates. Schlemmer, the most effective of efficient workers who has the tic of heels hard to support their arguments are shown, from the beginning, like one of those great characters in detail. That simple footwork, its cold efficiency and logic, respect that, in its exaggerated forms has some ridicule and the alacrity with which he always explains and serves the wishes of his boss ... they do a great automatically. One notices willy-nilly. And there, in one of the first scenes, is the minute 5:15 - James Cagney is beginning to demand things their way, the way that gives the film its title: "One: you know anything about the mayor's office? (...) Two: collected the tickets for my wife and children? (...) Three: I hope the Russian trade commission at ten-thirty, when they arrive have them come. " And, last but not least, a delightful pass to gag on the German tendency to ignore any reference to Hitler and his followers, when the great Schlemmer says he does not know the name of Adolf because he worked in the underground, metro, and until there came the news. Finally, there is one very important cuckoo clock throughout the movie that sounds occasionally with their heavy melody Yankee doodle.
His secretary and lover, a woman who waddles so incredibly exaggerated - what would a businessman of the time without a lover? Don Draper not approve, of course. The coldness with which moments later, his wife happens to your child telling her "your father", and this brings it back with a "your husband" is simply brilliant. Almost as much as three Soviet comrades, each great in their own way they discuss in whispers but strut in his beloved communism.
Then, the arrival of Scarlett, the president's daughter, a slight bit of helmet revolutionizes the picture. In English, the original voice accompanies great, but in Castilian is too loud and has a touch of silly unbearable.
"We have given a magnificent apartment, the sink is very close to bus!"
And the story progresses ever faster, ever faster , the cuckoo clock sounds more and more often-at times it becomes an ordeal, and their song faster, more up MacNamara voice and give more orders to his cry of "One!, two!, three!", as they weave their web of lies all to return all the course of which no doubt has gone.
The only thing I miss him in the face of the film is overly heavy, at times, is the communist who talks too much and, well ... is an actor who does not convince me at all. A pity. To compensate has its humor, the rest of the cast, the music blends in perfectly with the scene and an elegant and gorgeous photography for which he was nominated for an Oscar in 1962. My surprise, not really surprise me, is a manner of speaking, it was not nominated to anything else. "Stinging criticism?
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