Last night, in a rare evening of plain old TV watching, I turned to TCM and saw the last third or so of THE APARTMENT. I’d thought I would watch only a few minutes of it, but it had been quite a long time for me and I found myself glued to Billy Wilder’s genius.
Later they were showing THE CHINA SYNDROME, and I decided to catch just the first five or ten minutes of that. I’d seen it maybe a year ago for my first time in years, and had been entertained well enough by it, so I didn’t expect more than that this time. Well, I sat there absolutely glued to it, savoring every element of its glorious late-70s paranoia/conspiracy/journalistic wonderfulness.