Another Lubitsch movie (cf. To Be or Not to Be in an earlier post) that I saw highly praised somewhere in print . . .
. . . and another Lubitsch movie I couldn’t find a way into. James Stewart seemed so irritating and he made me tense in a not-good way. Maybe the tension between the leads not getting along as fellow sales-clerks, and their ardently romantic feelings expressed through their correspondence, was just too uncomfortable for me. A failure of my sense of humor, it must be, and I am sad to admit it. I only watched about the first third.
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