Wilder’s devilish take on the suburban ideal is incredibly dirty and simultaneously, as if out of nowhere, really quite beautiful. Playing on the auteur’s oeuvre, the story centres on a piano teacher madly, comically suspicious of his beautiful wife. One day, the womanising Dean Martin (as himself) shows up in the small town, and the aspirational songwriter/song-seller puts him up for the night. The developing whirlwind is smutty, crazy, hilarious and smutty again, and there isn’t much more entertaining than watching a room of people with mutually exclusive goals. A remarkable work of evil genius, massively underrated!