One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (1975)

by British Film Critic

I feel a great many of you may be insulted by just how long it’s taken to get around to seeing this film, however, as you can see, I have finally pulled the trigger, and I’m incredibly glad I did, as it managed to be pretty much everything I hoped it would, whilst at the same time not being anything close to what I thought it would be, giving me the best of both worlds, if you look at it that way.

First off, it’s unlikely I’ll ever quite get over just how outstanding an actor Jack Nicholson is, because this man never ceases to amaze me. Of course, he’s not standing alone here, with the contribution of all the performers involved ranging from noteworthy to almost equally fantastic, and I really appreciated that. With a film so centric on this community and their internal dynamics and rapport, the chemistry between and personality within each character was integral, and everyone manages to meet that bar, and then some.

I have no confusion at all at the fact that the 70s is very commonly seen as one of, if not the best decade for cinema since it’s inception, because above all of the countless genuine masterpieces that still resonate to this day that came out of the decade, it’s films like this and Dog Day Afternoon for reference, that have this incredibly special, immensely endearing and timeless element to them that I still cannot quite put my finger on.

Perhaps it’s the sheer simplicity of them, or the unmistakable significance of them being some of the first mainstream films to delve into what was at the time very taboo territory, perhaps it’s both of those things or something else entirely, but whatever it is, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest had it in droves, and I couldn’t get enough of that very particular spirit, that guided this film from the beginning all the way until it’s closing moments.