It's like that movie where Jimmy Stewart says "semen" and (correct me if I'm wrong) "pantyhose". Anatomy of a Murder- that's the one.
And Lemmon and Al Pacino performing one of Mamet's feisty, little, lyrical duets together- that's wrong, surely? Lemmon does films with grouchy old Walter Matthau; he doesn't do films with Pacino. There's some timeslip going on. We've phased into a parallel universe. I'm going to wake up soon.
I like Jack Lemmon. He made a huge career out of playing obnoxious, over-anxious, sweaty little men. In real life we'd cross the street to avoid his characters. But up on the screen...
We love him; we feel his pain.
Shelly- the Machine- Levene: don't you just love it?