The Front Page, a diamond of a movie directed by Billy Wilder, shoots words at you at a speed of a racing car. You miss one, you missed the whole scene. It's the opposite of those TV shows of today where you come back to the same channel 2 hours later and the very same stupid faces stare at each other with "meaningful" looks that say nothing in particular. No, this play makes each and every word that's hurled at you count. Of course every other word is as foul as they come, and the characters are all bad - there are no good people in this screwball comedy. Everyone is stinking rotten, only for different reasons.
It stars Jack Lemon and Walter Matthau, fast talkers from a different era, back when actors knew how to use their eyebrows, before botox took that option away.
Half way through we realized we've seen it before, under the name "His Girl Friday". It doesn't matter, it's brilliant no matter how many times they'll make it over.
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