All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1187. An easy way of seeing how…
Getting there is half the fun; being there is all of it!
A simple-minded gardener named Chance has spent all his life in the Washington D.C. house of an old man. When the man dies, Chance is put out on the street with no knowledge of the world except what he has learned from television.
You (average moviegoer): "This doesn't remind me of anything topical."
Me (smart, politically savvy): "Uhhh ever hear of a guy called... Donald Trump???"
"It's for sure a white man's world in America. Look here: I raised that boy since he was the size of a piss-ant. And I'll say right now, he never learned to read and write. No, sir. Had no brains at all. Was stuffed with rice pudding between th' ears. Shortchanged by the Lord, and dumb as a jackass. Look at him now! Yes, sir, all you've gotta be is white in America, to get whatever you want."
As soon as I heard the jazz remix of 2001: A Space Odyssey's Also Sprach Zarathustra, I knew that I was in for something unique.
This could have easily won the Palme d'Or in 1980 if it weren't in competition with Bob…
Part of the No Rewatch November 2012 Project.
People hear what they want to hear, what they're already expecting to hear. That's the central driving notion behind the greatness of Being There. Not that it's a film that rambles on in love with it's own message. Quite the opposite actually.
This is a movie that seems to steer clear of heavy handed-ness in favor of simple delight. The process of watching it somehow puts you into Chance's mind so that you end up seeing things the way he does. You begin to experience, in some sense, the way it must be to see the world for the first time. You root for the misunderstandings, you root for the absurdity of…
Being There should have been Peter Sellers last movie, instead, his final credit was the cringe worthy The Fiendish Plot of Dr. Fu Manchu. In retrospect, the same could be said of Director Hal Ashby. This was his last, and possibly, best out of a string of critical and commercial successes through the 70’s. What followed for him personally and professionally, as he sunk into a quagmire of drug fuelled erratic behavior that saw films taken away from him in mid-production, and some, like Tootsie, before production even started can only be described as deeply sad.
But here, the director and actor were at the top of their game. Sellers in particular showed a talent for rendering a subtle performance…
Evidence that the United States has changed somewhat since the release of Being There: I would actually welcome an oligarchic political figure like Chauncey Gardener just because he isn't full of hate.
Another one of those "So good, I had to see it again as soon as possble." and with a film like this, can you blame me?
This is very similar to Forrest Gump in that they both follow a simple man who is mistaken for a something much more brilliant and in his journey encounters powerful figures, like the President of the United States, as they all fall for his misunderstandings. This is a much stronger film than Forrest Gump, not that I don't like Forrest; I love Forrest Gump. Where this surpasses the latter film is that the latter constantly throws it all in your face how sentimental and inspiring it tries to be to the point it's pretty…
Hilarious but don't get how it's rated PG. I spent half my life covering the screen and fast forwarding.
I believe Hal Ashby makes movies purely for me. They are lighthearted, hilarious, over the top, and brilliant. I loved this movie from start to finish.
An optimistic, kind-hearted, and simple-minded man is put out on the streets of Washington DC for the first time in his life and gradually works his way up into the upper echelons of DC society. The premise is kind of ridiculous, but Sellers portrays Chance perfectly, and the film ends up being really heart-felt and full of a true good-natured beauty.
In a way, Being There foretold the absurdity of the 2016 presidential race. It's just that America got a rude and wicked version of Chauncey Gardiner, this innocent soul. But it's all irrelevant because Peter Sellers's silly smile is something out of this world.
It's like Forrest Gump but simpler and better
The film (and joke) begins sweetly and innocently enough, but soon becomes dreary, too implausible and, by the midpoint, largely insufferable.
Sellers is incredible, his performance is low key and subtle, and Shirley MacLaine is amazing, so warm and inviting, their love making scene is an all timer. Hal Ashby made many great films, this is his masterpiece and the film of his that most speaks about America, its politics and its psychology.
"Life is a state of mind."
Like a lot of '70s satires, it's both incredibly ahead of its time, but also extremely on-the-nose. Still, this is yet another marvelous Peter Sellers performance, a capper on a career of comedic gifts.
I kind of feel like just watching this movie 25 more times in a row. It's just really lovely.