Withnail and I

I’ve read it everywhere that this movie is a liquor-soaked British classic, something like the character of Bernard from Black Books. When I played it, I noticed a few drunkard jokes but I just couldn’t tune to the particular wavelength of this humor. Try as I might, it stayed like this the entire time I was watching it so I was left with nothing but two stars to rate this. (12/01/2015)

I missed the ending of this film, but I don't consider that a loss. The truth is that I have not seen much from Bruce Robinson and I cannot confirm the cult status of the film, and I could not identify with either anti-hero in any way. It's not that individual scenes themselves were not significant in some cases, for example, the opening scene from the apartment, or rather from the outrageous pigsty, which both freeloaders and junkies managed to turn their abode into, is quite funny when he tries to uncover something moving in the sink in his paranoid fit. The accumulated ingredients were apparently spontaneously in a state of complete rot. Unfortunately, that style of humor is mostly not for me, or maybe if it was filmed as a pure comedy in the style of The Hangover. However, through drunken rambling, the film also wants to express a certain type of posing, and the whole film is characterized by aimless conversations that lead nowhere. Just like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, this is also just a short-term look at the unnecessary existence of two pseudo-artists who want to imitate the style of French bohemia. Overall impression: 45%. (07/11/2012)

This comedy and drama blend together here in such a strange relationship that is ultimately more depressing than anything else. I didn't have the best feelings about it, but that was more internal, not because the film wasn't good. I had to push through some scenes, but the nighttime encounter with Monty, for example, is absolutely excellent. (26/01/2016)