No strings

Being John Malkovich

(1999)

I'm not one of these cynical cinephiles who complains that there are no good movies being made any more--hell, I saw three pretty good movies today at the mall. And once in a while I see a film I'd call great--I'd have to look back through this to name the last one, but it happens now and again. But how often do we see something so fucking brilliantly conceived and original that we don't know what to compare it with, that we just watch it agape? And when that happens, how often is it written by Charlie Kaufman?

OK, more or less rhetorical questions, but still. This was his first feature, and it must have been one of the first films I saw in Manhattan, though there's a certain share of sad in that realization.