Wilder, it seems, could master any genre from the sordid ("Double Indemnity") to the screwball ("Some Like it Hot"). The only other director of that era with such a range would be Howard Hawks--albeit on a somewhat diminished scale.Billy Wilder, the director, was brilliant. His films, at least the ones from about 1944 through to 1966 or so, leave you with a specific flavor, an after-impression in your mind, as it were. Sunset Boulevard is another great one, darker still; Spirit of St. Louis w/ Jimmy Stewart playing Lindbergh; Witness for the Prosecution with Charles Laughton . . . dynamite films. And I have yet to see Stalag 17 and others that he directed, wrote, or both.
A few years ago I had fun writing a Man From U.N.C.L.E. fan story with C.C. "Bud" Baxter and Fran Kubelik, Lemmon and Maclaine's characters, set in 1964 when they are married and have a child. Someone is trying to kill Bud, and U.N.C.L.E. agents Solo and Illya have to keep them alive. I think I managed to capture the way they both spoke while telling a fast-moving adventure: