In his comedies, Billy Wilder offers us a portal through which we see our own clownishness—we, the wonderful people who sit out there in the dark. The spotlight illuminates our reflections, staring back at ourselves in an eternal echo of tenderness and mockery. Our delusions, our shames.
Wilder makes a huge jump in genre between these films—from an existential noir to an off-beat romantic comedy—but the two share a kinship; both can be read as cautionary tales for what happens when you mix business with pleasure.
Despite the humor of The Apartment, Baxter’s relationship with the city is one of profound disconnection.



