I adore Shirley MacLaine, so much of the writing, and the production. Sad holiday vibes are some of the best on film. I really felt a bit of a stumble in the dark middle act twist, which is dramatically intriguing but narratively a momentum-killer for the screwball pace the film had built. So I’m just a bit ambivalent, but still enraptured. On a rewatch maybe this is a Masterpiece candidate.
The Apartment (1960)
