One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

don’t really know if i can give it a star rating yet. bone shakingly powerful at times, and beautifully silent and shockingly loud...but the in betweens were just too in-between. too middle of the road. between nicholson’s quiet glance around, quiet moment of contemplation, and the roaring laughter of the boys as billy is wheeled in to do the deed, there lies a painfully dull and somewhat cliche story of rebellion and accepting of differences. the arcs are too perfect, the characters sticking to the paradigm like glue. sure, it’s adorable. sure, it’s heartbreaking. sure, the acting is the best i’ve seen in an american film since......(well maybe rosemarys baby last night lmao).....i think what i’m trying to say is at points “cuckoos nest” lost its cinematic magic. it turned for the oscar, for the film professor, instead of for the lonesome kid in the back row, captivated by differences but confused how easily they change. 

did that make sense? no. timeless classic. 

american classic 3/ (1970s)