Another blast into the past. Watched "Kiss Me, Stupid" from 1964, directed by Billy Wilder. In many ways a very funny film, though it inevitably contained some of the prejudices and mores of its time (which isn't surprising, but not everyone enjoys watching such things). Dean Martin played himself, and it's surprising that he wanted to be portrayed as a boozing sex-starved womanizer to such an extent (perhaps it bolstered his persona). In the film, he has no qualms about hitting on married women, pinching them, groping them, touching them, etc. It's something that once seemed ubiquitous and normalized. The movie also seems to suggest adultery as a way to get what one wants and as a way to strengthen a marriage. One could read it as a critique of the typical American success ethos (i.e., "getting ahead at all costs"). Or one could read it in more sinister ways (interpretation remains, perhaps inevitably, a fluid enterprise). Many condemned the film as horrendously vulgar in its time and cited it as an example of media's contribution to the degradation of morals. It was genuinely funny in places, disturbing and uncomfortable in others, and intriguing and thought-provoking in others. An interesting movie, especially from an anthropological or historical perspective.