THE PRIVATE LIFE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES is the main subject of a new article by myself up at Electric Sheep Magazine. PLOSH, as it cries out to be called, is my favourite late Wilder and one of my favourite films altogether.
A word about movie acronyms — Powell & Pressburger had two of the best, with IKWIG (I KNOW WHERE I’M GOING!) and AMOLAD (A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH), and there’s something nice about the way NIGHT OF THE HUNTER becomes NOTH.
Later abbreviations like CE3K (CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND) and T2 (TERMINATOR 2: JUDGEMENT DAY) tend to seem too much like marketing devices to me, but I like OHMSS (ON HER MAJESTY’S SECRET SERVICE) because it sounds like a unit of electricity or something. THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING, which really cries out for shortening, becomes the more organic-sounding TULOB, but nobody ever uses that one. Similarly, I wish O BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU? was called OBWAT, and BORN ON THE FOURTH OF JULY ought to be called BOTFOJ just because it sounds so delightfully filthy. Like a horrible ailment Tom Cruise picked up from sitting in his wheelchair too long.
But PLOSH and BOMP (BUREAU OF MISSING PERSONS) are the most amusingly onomatopoeic acronyms I know.