I very fondly remember seeing One, Two, Three on its opening night in January 1962 in Fort Lauderdale, at the tender age of twelve.
I think movies opened on Fridays there, and on this very pleasant Friday afternoon I was at a best friend's house, a somewhat unusual older house that was always a treat to visit. I think his mom was out that evening and his dad made us dinner. Then he said he had this new movie to take us to, which we thoroughly enjoyed even though my friend and I probably didn't catch half of what was great about it. It was certainly my introduction to James Cagney, and I remember the fast talking and the packed house (as always) at the wonderful Florida Theater downtown. His dad's explanation about the then-new Berlin Wall before the movie began was literally how I learned about that. A simple, but favorite memory.