I just watched the original version of "The Italian Job" (note-always take a moment to check the "dump bin" at Wal-Mart for five-buck flicks).
When Michael Caine's character gets out of jail and is getting re-rigged by his tailor, he says in passing about his jacket sleeves:
"Shorten these up, will you? I'm not a gorilla."
I am that most off-the-rack of sizes, a 42 regular, but my contemporaries must be real knuckle-draggers. Every jacket I buy must have the sleeves shortened - sometimes by a couple of inches. It's either that or have my arms stretched.
Who decides these things, and why haven't they been shot yet?