This is one of the best British comedies of all time, however many people are underwhelmed upon seeing it, and can't understand what the fuss is all about. You either get it or you don't.
I love it.
(Though obviously not as much as Withnail cultists who have seen the film 20 plus times)
Ok. Here's the story:
Two chronically and hopelessly unemployed actors, Withnail (Richard Grant) and "I" (Paul Mc Gann) are living in absolute squalor in the London of the late 60's.
Between booze, cursing their agents, and wonderfully witty banter they fight to keep their spirits up, but it's a losing battle.
They come to the conclusion that they must escape The City to the countryside, even if only for a short while.
Withnail arranges matters by sponging from his uncle, Monty, (Richard Griffiths) a raving homosexual queen who is also obviously insane.
Needess to say the vacation turns out to be somewhat less than idyllic.
But the real joy of watching this film does not come from the plot. The comedic situations arise out of the wonderfully nutty yet completely believable characters--perfectly acted by the cast. You really feel you've met these people, a sense of deja vu, especially if you were around in the late 60's.
As to the dialogue, to call it brilliant is not high enough praise, This is one of the most quotable films, ever.
At the end, Withnail, who clearly wants to die, delivers Hamlet's 'What a piece of work is man' speech. It's a touching moment in a comedy. Chaplin himself couldn't have made it more poignant.
A cult classic in Europe, virtually unknown in the U.S.
Don't miss out on this one!