The image below is the cover of a Christmas card from a couple I know. Two things hit me yesterday when I opened the envelope. One, this is pretty good face-pasting, at least by greeting-card standards. And two, I’ve never wanted to see Billy Wilder‘s The Seven Year Itch (’55), and I’ll probably steer clear for the rest of my life. Reason #1: I don’t want to hang with Tom Ewell, who never did it for me. Reason #2: I hate movies about paunchy, schlubby guys getting tempted and teased all through the story but never quite getting there. I just don’t like that. There must be hundreds if not thousands of films that people have heard of and been told are respectable or very good or even pantheon-level, but they’ve never seen them and probably never will, and all for reasons that make as much sense as mine.