Sexist/Not Sexist/Sexist..But Charming
It's hard to figure out "How to Murder Your Wife" 40 years later. It came out just a few years ahead of the feminist revolution that was part of everything else exploding and reforming in the late sixties. Today, it seems to move through four phases:
Sexist: The movie rather directly puffs up "manly men" as sole breadwinners fighting a losing battle against the housewives who spend their money, fatten them up, and break them down. Terry-Thomas spends the film making as harsh a case as possible against the Horrors of Marriage while the film builds to Jack Lemmon's eloquent courtroom summation in favor of Men versus Women ("Push the button," on marriage he exhorts his throughly whipped lawyer-buddy Eddie Mayehoff -- get rid of your wife forever.)
Not Sexist: Everything is so sophisticated that it seems pretty clear that "How to Murder Your Wife" supports the women no matter what Thomas and Lemmon say against them. Lemmon ends up back with his gorgeous, mothering wife Virna Lisi and even the women-hating Thomas is provided with the prospect of a sexy Italian babe of "age-appropriate demeanor" (Virna Lisi's MOTHER, for God's sake, adding a whole new Oedipal dimension to the proceedings.) One sly visual tells the real tale early on: the guy whose fiancee broke their engagement acts happy about it at first, but is briefly shown in tears while supposedly "celebrating his new found freedom."
Sexist: Still, if "How to Murder Your Wife" isn't really against women or marriage, it salutes them both in 1965 terms: as sexy non-working housewives that men need to fully enjoy life. Can't blame the movie, it was made in 1965! Nobody knew what was coming.
...but Charming: Jack Lemmon has great fun being played as a sexy ladies man for once (but with a joke attached: he tells super-gorgeous Lisi that it makes sense they'd fall in love because "we're both exceptionally good-looking people.") Terry-Thomas is at the peak of his caddish priggery (what a BIG man he was, held the screen well.) Eddie Mayehoff's bizarre comic puffing and mugging -- an acquired taste -- works perfectly here (but imagine if Walter Matthau had this role). Claire Trevor shows what a fine actress she is/was. And Virna Lisi is just...plain..gorgeous. Sophisticated direction by Richard Quine, nostalgically smooth music by Neal Hefti, and a witty script by George Axelrod (who adapted "The Manchurian Candidate", another movie about a controlling woman wreaking havoc among men.)
Politically incorrect? This movie knew that it was that even before that term was known. It didn't care. I don't care. It's great sophisticated fun.
P.S. Remember the catch-phrase on the posters for this movie?:
"When was the last time (this could be it!) you took the little woman to a movie?"