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Rating: Q=5, P=4 / Average OJ
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Cult Classic, Travel, Acting, Existential, Philosophical, Comedy, 1960s
This film truly captures how it feels to be alive at the end of an era, especially at the end of a very artistic, expressive, and free era. A melancholy seeps through every line, including the funny and snarky ones, making the whole story hilarious and painful. It is more than just a film about two actors who can't find work, it is about two men who feel out of place and lost in a changing world.
This film truly captures how it feels to be alive at the end of an era, especially at the end of a very artistic, expressive, and free era. A melancholy seeps through every line, including the funny and snarky ones, making the whole story hilarious and painful. It is more than just a film about two actors who can't find work, it is about two men who feel out of place and lost in a changing world.
All you really need to know about this classic is summed up in the last lines, quoted from Shakespeare's Hamlet:
"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth. And indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'er hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! How like an angel in apprehension. How like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, no, nor women neither. Nor women neither."
"I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth. And indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory. This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'er hanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! How like an angel in apprehension. How like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, no, nor women neither. Nor women neither."
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