A confession: I’ve never found much humor in the cross-dressing trope. Not even when Monty Python did such bits—and they used to do them constantly—did I ever find them to be particularly funny. So this movie seemingly had a strike against it going in, at least from my perspective. And then it turns out...yeah, it’s pretty much what I expected. I’m not saying this film is bad; there’s enough entertainment herein to make it worth a look, and it has peak Marilyn Monroe in a featured role, which is worth way more than just a look. But outside the spectacle of Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon dressed as chicks, and some decent bits of gangland joking in the running-from-mobsters subplot, there isn’t nearly enough that’s truly funny in this film. Not to mention that it runs too long and drags towards the end. Overall, and especially regarding its hook, a lot of this flick just left me…wait for it…cold. Oh, well—not every classic is equally classic.
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