Pillow Talk

1959 "...It's What Goes On When The Lights Go Off!"
7.4| 1h42m| NR| en
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Playboy songwriter Brad Allen's succession of romances annoys his neighbor, interior designer Jan Morrow, who shares a telephone party line with him and hears all his breezy routines. After Jan unsuccessfully lodges a complaint against him, Brad sets about to seduce her in the guise of a sincere and upstanding Texas rancher. When mutual friend Jonathan discovers that his best friend is moving in on the girl he desires, however, sparks fly.

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LastingAware The greatest movie ever!
Billie Morin This movie feels like it was made purely to piss off people who want good shows
Patience Watson One of those movie experiences that is so good it makes you realize you've been grading everything else on a curve.
Yash Wade Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.
wes-connors Humming in her underwear, full-figured interior decorator Doris Day (as Jan Morrow) wants to make an important telephone call, but her New York City "party line" is occupied by playboy songwriter Rock Hudson (as Brad Allen). He uses the phone to romance various women, which Ms. Day finds boorish. Day takes her concerns to the phone company, where she calls Mr. Hudson a "sex maniac." The complaint ends when handsome Hudson arouses the female investigator. Although they agree to take half hour turns, Day and Hudson continue to bicker on the phone. The adversaries have never met - in person. This changes when Hudson hears Day, seated at the next table while they are out with dates. Immediately attracted, Hudson assumes a phony Texas accent and begins to court his attractive blonde phone-mate..."Pillow Talk" was the first Rock Hudson & Doris Day comedy. Their chemistry is obvious. The co-stars appeared in two additional 1960s comedies and are among filmdom's best-loved couples. Ahead of the curve, this film is a fine example of how the seemingly "innocent" 1960s sex comedies began to push mainstream films from innuendo to explicit. Most obvious is the successful use of "split-screen" to visually put the unmarried couple in bed together. Director Michael Gordon and his crew use the technique beautifully – which is rare for split-screen. At one point, the stars touch their feet while in (separate) bathtubs. Also artful are sexually subtle scenes, like Hudson squeezing into Day's car. This genre of film often flattens when overdone - but, herein, the sex talk and situations are playful and fun...In hindsight, it is perversely ironic to see Hudson's gentleman from Texas suggested as possibly homosexual because he adores his mother, exchanges recipes and enjoys gossip. The "gay jokes" often drag down these films (the next Hudson-Day outing, for example), but they are not fatal, here. It is amusing, for example, when Hudson is thought to be pregnant. A bigger problem is the light-hearted treatment given Thelma Ritter's character - a meaningless and hopeless alcoholic. Day should either fire or get help for her maid "Anna" - Ms. Ritter plays the part well, however. She and Tony Randall's millionaire pal "Jonathan Forbes" were acclaimed among the best supporting characterizations of the year. Frank DeVol's soundtrack music is perfect and Day's "Pillow Talk" title song is one of her best.******** Pillow Talk (10/6/59) Michael Gordon ~ Rock Hudson, Doris Day, Tony Randall, Thelma Ritter
lancekoz55-1 I am not usually charmed by Classic Hollywood rom-coms, but this one has enough fun elements, pleasing sets, costumes and characters to keep me returning as a nice guilty pleasure for a rainy afternoon. Sexist and with some definite pointless plot motivations, still the charm of the clueless Hudson and the determined but gullible Day make it through. Also, there's enough of a fun feel of NY City and fashion in the Sixties that there's plenty of eye-candy for a fan of retro-design like myself. The addition of Tony Randall and his quips are quite funny too. Like I said, I find many of the other Hollywood 'romances' of this era get tedious and have dreary scripts where long scenes are acted out in one room (more like a radio play). This is a cinematic step above that.
ebiros2 I love this movie because of its unique plot, but I love it more for the stunning opulence. When most of the world were still living in dreary shacks and gray concrete buildings, America was already modern as it is today. The buildings seen in this movie would be a good architecture of a brand new building even today.But some parts of the society seems like it wasn't keeping up with the rapid modernization. Who's ever heard of a "Party Line" ? I guess people had to share a phone number because the telephone companies (or company at the time - Bell Telephone) couldn't provide as many individual phone numbers. I sure didn't hear about anything like this until I saw this movie.When people around the world saw this movie, they thought American girls were like Doris Day. It's not true, but the image stuck. And what a hunk Rock Hudson was.Everything about this movie is just beautiful. What ever happened to this glamorous society ? We're certainly living at a lower point of the curve than what's shown in this movie.A beautiful movie, that I love every part of. I wish we can go back to those times again.
Robert J. Maxwell This is a very successful romantic comedy. It's often maligned because Doris Day doesn't hop into bed with the robust Rock Hudson, but, after all, this is the 1950s and, also after all, she's willing enough to spend the weekend in Connecticut with Hudson's alter ego. What do you think they're going to do in that woodland cottage for two days -- make fudge? Doris and Rock have never met but share a party line and argue constantly on the phone about the problems it's causing. Hudson accidentally bumps into Day at a night club. He recognizes her, and immediately forms one of his usual rakish plots. She's attracted too but doesn't know who he really is because he assumes the identity of an honest, naive and filthy rich visitor from Texas. Tony Randall plays a splendidly comic third banana, trying to talk Day into marrying him and becoming his fourth wife.But -- true enough -- you have to alter your mind set to fully appreciate the comic touches. It's like watching an exceptionally well-done example of a TV situation comedy, more risqué than others, and certainly more expensively mounted. The set dressers did such a good job that a couple of imitations that followed turned tastefully appointed apartments into vulgar displays. (I'll mention "One Thousand Bedrooms" as an example.) A lot of the humor depends on homosexuality, a subject still amusing at the time, especially when applied to the ironically masculine Rock Hudson. And the story is studded with sex jokes and double entendres. Randall advises Hudson: "A mature man looks forward to being married and having his branches cut off." Actually Randall is flawless. And even Doris Day gives a professional performance. Her double takes are sometimes exquisite. Hudson isn't asked to do more than smile and be charming in a phony way and he does it well.Sometimes I wonder if I'm not more impressed with Doris Day than I ought to be, or, on the other hand, if others appreciate her talent. A German girl from Cincinnati (where else?) she was cute as hell, first of all, and had a sassy figure. Second, an appealing soprano. She could act, too, and not only in roles like this one. She was better than could be expected in early dramatic parts in "The Man Who Knew Too Much" and "Storm Warning," but her career never really took off. "Pillow Talk" and its sequelae established her, at least in a certain generic context, but she was already approaching forty. It was just the right age for the kinds of characters she played but I suppose her directors wanted teen agers with gigantic bosoms because within a few years, her close ups were filmed through lenses smeared with Vaseline or KY Jelly or something. Bog in Heaven, how Hollywood fears age. Even performers who have become magnificent wrecks are spurned. Fortunately, age has not withered MY infinite variety, though I can't say the same for my three ex wives. Okay, that was a nasty crack. To quote my drill instructor in boot camp, what's the sense of getting out of bed in the morning if you can't give somebody the shaft during the day? That man was a saint, although although he was sick and perverted. Actually the comment was meant as a compliment to Doris Day. But alright, alright. It's still an unnecessary vile remark. Can I take it back? See this movie -- or give me twenty.