The reviews lean negative, with four of the seven judging Billy Wilder’s version of the Hecht-MacArthur play the least of its screen adaptations. Where praise gathers, it gathers on the cast. Walter Matthau’s scheming editor is singled out again and again, and his pairing with Jack Lemmon is thought to work even by critics who dislike the film around it. The period settings and Wilder’s soundstage staging draw some warmth too.
The complaints cluster on the comedy itself: forced slapstick, coarsened dialogue, noise where the play had rhythm. Several critics measure it against Howard Hawks’s His Girl Friday and find it redundant. The spread is wide. Paste is the one admirer, preferring it to the Hawks film for keeping the male leads and dropping the romance. The New York Times is the mildest of the doubters, finding it uneven but often funny. The Playlist adds that Wilder himself was reportedly not proud of it.
