-The more I look at Paul McGann, the more he looks like Mads Mikkelsen.
-Withnail, I found, to be an obnoxious asshole, but the kind that you can't help but gravitate towards because he's kind of cool, despite his massive ego.
-What's a toilet trader?
-My god, I wish I could articulate the complexities of Withnail and I (I think his name's supposed to be Marwood)'s relationship, all that, but I can't get over how British it is. The only other somewhat modern thing I've ever come across in my limited experience are the Adrian Mole books.
-The Camberwell carrot looks glorious.
-So Bruce Robertson was molested by Franco Zeffirelli when he was playing Benvolio in Romeo and Juliet, is what Wikipedia tells me. And the real-life Withnail, Vivian MacKerrell, died of throat cancer when he was at some young age I don't feel like calculating. Who says the internet makes you dumb?
-I could also give an in-depth review on the cinematic genius of this movie, the brilliance of the dialogue and characterization, the shittiness of the cinematography (excused for lack of budget, I guess, and hey, it was the eighties, everything looked like shit), the subtly heartbreaking outcome of events, the devastatingly funny and depressing performances by McGann and Richard E. Grant (who has the bets sneer out of anybody) and Richard Griffiths and whoever played Danny and how awesome the name Presuming Eddie is and how much I want both this poster and the poster of just the two of them on my wall, and how not one scene in this movie is bad, or wasteful, or wasted, or unnecessary. But I shan't, see.
-"My thumbs have gone weird."
-"Tell him if you must, I no longer care. I mean to have you even if it must be burglary."
-"Don't threaten me with a dead fish."
-Go see quotes.
-But then the narration disappeared.
-And the glasses, come to think of it.
Schlock Mercenary: April 29, 2017 -
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