I like James Cagney. I like Billy Wilder. I like humor that pokes fun at all things German. So why didn’t One, Two, Three, a Billy Wilder comedy about a Coca-Cola executive in Cold War Berlin work for me? I think it’s a matter of pitch and pace.
‘Sabre Dance’ plays over the opening credits of One, Two, Three. Having begun on this manic pace, the film never slows down. Cagney spends most of the movie yelling at people, the comic foil spends all of his time yelling at people, and everyone’s so busy running around and shouting to the rafters that there’s never a moment to revel in comic silliness.
What a bore.