One made the best film of 1970s.

Rating: 10/10 (2 August 2000)

Conclusive in it's existence, magnificent in it's metaphore, `One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' tastes like wine Â– the older it gets, the better it is. It's a comedy because of the ironic unpredictabilities that occur during the story, and it's a tragedy because despite of everything that happens, nothing will ever be changed and nothing is set to. The only thing you can do is `rip that ******* thing' from the bathroom and run away from that kind of closed life circle.
Not one performance is overdone, not one line overwritten, not one moment unimportant, not one second of the movie flawed. It's a coherent brilliance of craftsmanship and a quite greatness of humility and dignity. The movie's anti-establishement intonation is already a thing of epochal diameter and it will stay that way for ever. The strenght of its unidealistic undercurrent is what makes all of us alive, even though no one is allowed to admit it. What is fascinating in this movie is that the people who made it know it.

Thinking back to the film I'm often thinking: `What if every human being in the world would allow himself to `rip that ******* thing' just one single time in his life?' Now, that was a scary thought.
10/10. Best motion picture of 1970s.