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A solid ranking.
No notes, Snarf. You and I are in complete agreement.
No notes, Snarf. You and I are in complete agreement.
Well, this just shows you're all right in the gulliver, droog. It's a horrorshow, choodesny sinny, and don't ever give any appy polly loggies for your messels on the subject. And if anyone's bezoomny enough to govoreet you're spouting chepooka, give the bratchny a tolchock in the yarbles, you sloosh?2. A Clockwork Orange (1974). A moment of truth- this is my personal number one film. I've written about it (actual, um, scholarly stuff). But I am trying to use some objective criteria as well, and I recognize that it's ... let's say a difficult watch for some people, and that there are good reasons for ranking the next film number one. Still ... this is a movie of both startling brutality and beauty, and it uses that to force the viewer to confront a profound ethical question that is as fresh today as when it was first made.
Do it, it is superb.I'd not heard of Barry Lyndon, so I googled it.
Turns out it's playing at a local cinema tomorrow night. I have to go, don't I?
For me, FMJ is a brilliant film that would be the best film most directors ever did. But it has three flaws (IMO). The first is that it is two excellent halves that don't work together- I understand what Kubrick was trying to do, but IMO, it doesn't work. The second is the emotional climax in the first half, which diminishes (IMO) the second half of the film.
I find a few short bits of it very funny, but much more than half the ostensibly comedic material doesn't land a muted chuckle. In its essence, I feel, Strangelove isn't even a comedy—it's a satire, and while there's a big Venn overlap between those categories, they are essentially unrelated. They just happen to go together really well, and so, often, both are characterstics of the same work.It's a great movie. And it's hard to judge comedy amidst a bunch of dramas. But Strangelove, more than any other Kubrick film, has diminishing returns for me where I enjoy rewatches less and less.
I realized then that you really can—in fact, you really have to—divide the world of cinema into before and after Strangelove, just like you have to divide it into before and after 2001. And it kind of doesn't matter how either movie plays in 2025, because (I presume) we've all lived our whole lives firmly entrenched on one side of those divides and even the historically minded of us will never fully succeed in understanding what it was like to live through them.
"A Modest Proposal" isn't funny either.