Irma la Douce (1963)

Shirley MacLaine's a Paris streetwalker with the best corner, a reputation for satisfying her clients, and a pimp who's a lout. Then good guy Lemmon comes along and wants to take her away from all that. How? By becoming both her pimp and putting on a disguise to become a john who pays high enough that she doesn't need to anyone but him. Wacky, right?

Everyone's trying hard to achieve a mix of raciness and hilarity -- but it just felt tired and embarrassing. It wasn't even offensive enough to be interesting. Nothing here works, not even the chemistry between the two leads, which is quite surprising considering they were terrific together just a few years earlier (and even under the same director!) in The Apartment.

A flat waste of time.

D+