Withnail and I (1987)

Withnail and I really is a spectacle to watch. We start the story with our narrator, cheery music playing in the background as he wakes up for the day. We see his and Withnail's apartment, looking like a pig sty: plates and cutlery unwashed, books thrown about the place, a cold aura to the whole place. We see Withnail get up, pasty as ever, drinking some sort of alcohol to start his day fresh. They both discus the place and how dingey and awful it is and eventually, after a night out, agree that it might do them some good to get out, go to the country side, and clear their heads. To do this, they need a cottage and Withnail believes his weird uncle can supply. It takes an awkward but funny meet and a few private words, but they get the keys to the cottage and speed down the motorway, blazing Jimi Hendrix out the window. Even on the way down, plenty of alcohol is consumed and by the time they get there, they're pretty miffed at how awful the cottage is. Hilarity ensues as they have to deal with the villagers and the wild weather in their own silly ways. A suprise visit happens and it juat makea things even funnier. The entire film had me entralled to be honest, from the sly stoner humour to the outright absurd humour, it had me laughing no matter what and even through the funny moments, the ending still had an impact on me as it left me quite down but happy for their futures. Thia deserves to be watched by anyone who lile dry humour that may not be completely unserstandable but still leaves you in stitches. 5/5