Eric SamulskiReview of Withnail and I
January 22nd 2007 04:20
Where's that la-la
What is it about this film?
I am forever going to parties and finding small groups of people huddled together deep in conversation. Like they’re in some sleep-easy nook or cranny, reciting line-for-line their favourite bits from this film. In fact, it’s got to a point where I’m starting to worry.
Why this film?
Mr Marty Guitar’s favourite line:
“Cool your boots man!”
Crazy “sound-check” Phil’s favourite line:
“There’s a drunkard in the tearoom.” Or that scene anyway.
Benito di Fonzo’s favourite line:
"I want the finest wines available to humanity, I want them here and I want then now!"
My favourite line:
“You’re a terrible c**t Monty.”
Gas Wylde’s favourite line:
“You’re a terrible c**t Monty.”
I believe Withnail and I is the quintessential morning after film. Not that you would simply watch it with a hangover, or negate a potential pregnancy – rather, it gives us the emotional seesaw of achieve/dropout. The hazyhead of reflection. Which would you choose? Like, if you had the wildcard choice – what? A life of; dodgem-car go with the flow or;
I like a little bit of crazy but now it’s time to grow up. And my bloody liver hurts.
This film shows us why on the one hand we go to work and play the game like time-punching la-la robots and then on the other, take drugs.
You spackled on Santa.
Not the first.
Everyone grows up. Or at least everyone round you eventually tells you to. So you go with that flow but deep down – way down in the depths where only the strongest genes survive – you harbour the desire.
The desire to live the life of the dodgem-car.
As long as there’s go-go juice in the vehicle it’s full steam ahead.
Watch out…I’m being sporadic – I’m lookin’ to kill a la-la.
But don’t you just hate it when the Carney hangs off the back.
Until next time and happy film-making.
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