Cactus Flower
I could see this movie being quite risque back in the day. As a matter of fact, my mother refuses to watch it, stating that if it she hadn't seen it in 1969 when it came out, she probably had a darn good reason. And she did. Speaking moralistically, this movie is quite troubling, although no standards of decency (with the exception of some truly alarming mini-skirts) seem much crossed. The swearing is at a minimum, extra- and pre-marital sex is alluded to only, and of course the closest the film comes to violence is a half-humorous attempted suicide and some frustrated (and amusing) hand gestures.
The more mature couple (eventually) in the film seems to reflect an older style of acting. I noticed the old expressions, and a different relationship with the camera than the younger actors, who seemed to fit more easily into the cramped frames and close-cut camera movement of the younger-style film.
Knowing that this film remade a broadway play also changes the interpretation somewhat. We realize that the director really has broken loose from the restrictive confines of the proscenium and has jumped into a much more active real world of the late sixties.
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