Berlim, logo após a Segunda Guerra Mundial. CR MacNamara preside a filial da Coca -Cola da Alemanha. Ele está trabalhando duro e tenta dar o seu melhor para impressionar a sede em Atlanta, uma vez que ele já ouviu falar que a sede europeia em Londres em breve estará vaga e estão à procura de um novo chefe. Porém o Sr. Hazeltine, Vice Presidente da Coca-Cola, pede a MacNamara para cuidar de sua filha Scarlett, quem vai fazer uma viagem pela Europa. Scarlett, no entanto, não se comporta da maneira que uma menina jovem respeitável de sua idade deveria. E começa a confusão.
Amazing Cagney performance in a film that has no resonance now.
C.R. MacNamara is the head of Coca-Cola's bottling interests in Germany, he is a forceful man who wants to be all that he can be. He hopes to be the head of European operations for the company and is well on his way until the teenage daughter of Coca-Cola big wig Wendell P. Hazeltine shows up and he is asked to baby-sit her for a two week trip thru the continent.
I wish I could have been around to watch this on its release in 1961, for I'm sure I would of laughed my head off at the relevant jokes of the time. Full of communist bluster dialogue and jokes in keeping with the times, One, Two, Three has all the trademarks of a classic Billy Wilder/I.A.L. Diamond picture. Yet viewing it now, one finds that the jokes are tired and weary, and although the frenetic pace of the film is incredible {it really is like a scattergun exploding upon the viewers senses}, the film is something of an archaic oddity. Boasting a quite brilliant performance from James Cagney, the picture is never less than watchable, but the advent of time means the film is stuck firmly in 1961, regardless of the fine work from lead man and director alike. 6/10
