One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

Based on a novel by Ken Kesey, and later a play by Dale Wasserman, this film won 5 Oscars including; Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor and Best Actress.

Though, the film’s stand-out of many strong points is the acting. Within a large and extensive cast, there is not a single bad actor and a handful of outstanding ones. Jack Nicholson, playing the hot-tempered convict R.P. McMurphy, and his usual psycho routine are as convincing as ever. As is, Louise Fletcher in her role of Nurse Ratched, without a doubt one of the greatest film villains of all time. She’s callous, unpredictable and a role not many actresses would be able to succeed in doing so to any positive effect. Of course, the supporting cast are outstanding. It’s brilliant to see pre-stardom talents, such as Christopher Lloyd, Danny DeVito and the undermined Brad Dourif really go into there roles. Some lesser known actors, such as Sydney Lassick as the child-esque Cheswick, William Redfield as the opinionated Harding and the mesmerising performance of Will Sampson as the unforgettable Chief.

The screenplay and directing of the film is sensational, and the scripting is quick-paced, but this never becomes it’s downfall and simply adds to the sheer insanity of the film itself. Even though, the pace’s of the film itself does halt when need be, even better, it actually conveys the more tragic, dramatic scenes even more touching and heartbreaking. The directing, from the excellent Milos Forman, is also something to shout about very much.

I did find this film a little bit like watching a play at times, but inevitably it was very well made, particularly those featuring Jack Nicholson, being improvised to some extent. I really enjoyed the scenes, as they were allowed to evolve. In my humble opinion, it’s a magnificent film that deserves all the awards.

Amadeus: A Great Mass Of Death

Although 1984′s Amadeus, directed by Milos Forman, was not based on a true historical portrayal regarding Antonio Salieri’s disdain towards Mozart’s godlike musical gift, this masterpiece is a glorious celebration of the brilliance of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and his madness that galvanize such imaginative creativity and originality.

However, this motion picture is not entirely about Mozart himself, but further on the impact of Mozart’s prodigal gift on Salieri’s sanity which thrusts such dementia and obsession. In latin the word ‘amadeus’ is  defined as ‘Love of God’, and throughout the film, Salieri’s obsession with Mozart is highlighted by his self-conscious mediocrity and inferiority against Mozart’s divine gift. Salieri constantly questions God: “Why does God not give me talent? Why Mozart? Why does God love him, but not me?”

The torment of Salieri’s soul for the love of music was played and characterized perfectly by F. Murray Abraham. If Don Vito Corleone from the Godfather was a sensational character, Abraham’s performance as Salieri was chilling, gripping, and mind trembling.

Here’s a clip of one of my favorite scene from Amadeus of Salieri’s scheme to murder Mozart and claim The Requiem Mass as his masterpiece. Notice his love for music and enviousness towards Mozart that torments him deeply.