A little long, and ultimately undone by the sheer weight of post-war Berlin’s set dressing. Even Billy Wilder can’t make me laugh when the horror of it all is right there. And unlike much of his filmography, this time, Wilder can’t make these separate parts feel cohesive. 

On the other hand, a whole bunch of this is masterful, because it’s Billy Wilder, so that’s that.

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