"I think that this has something to do with why Nietzsche barked at "realism" in the arts, but you have to admit that basically Nietzsche barked too much and had precious little concept of romance. It's not clear that Jack Lemmon does either, but he knows (or drinks) enough to marry Virna Lisi just as soon as she jumps out of a cake at a bachelor party, so he's at least capable of impulsiveness. And so is she! So, boy oh boy, the wacky hijinx are just about to start. I guess the best parts are Virna's dance once he drugs her, and the court scene (I just know that some idiot has done an extra credit project criticizing the judge's liberal interpretation of "relevance"). In other words, the reality works best the furthest it gets away from itself, and you have to admit that Nietzsche knew something about ball-and-chains. But what will Jack learn, and will it be too late? Too many periods in our lives, not enough commas and never enough exclamation points. Uh, that's.!!!,!"