Doesn’t help. You have to start by laughing. You can’t ignore it when you think of Liselotte Pulver, who turns 95 this Friday. The so-called powder laugh was always convincing proof of her radiant charisma and the trademark of a unique comedienne. A scene immediately appears before the cinematographic eye, a scene from Billy Wilder’s masterpiece “One, Two, Three”: A woman in a white dress with huge black dots dances in front of three sinister Moscow apparatchiks. These guys are bizarrely awkward and blatantly power-mad, and they’re enthralled by so much beauty. And that’s enough bait for a wild exchange in which they get ripped off. She, Liselotte Pulver, swings her dotted hips to Khachaturian’s saber dance and laughs at the guys, but also at these guys, the whole situation and, yes: at least as much at herself.