Barry Lyndon

Astounding yet tinge, that complements the unfolding of reaching fortune. This is by far my favourite from Kubrick, ecstatic shots of establishment, perpetual after-taste of its final irony and the strength of museum accustomed historical accuracy. To those that accuse Ryan O'Neal for wooden performance, do not understand that a purposeful wooden approach is not wooden at all. It makes sense to me that the objective to do no further than to succeed without any merit of pride and to garner, there is no personality, there is no individual of birth, only a title that secures a status. Deemed as iconic, I recognised some inspiration that has been syringed, The Captain (2017) for instance, took its noteable motif of mocking the heirarchy to be easily duped by their ordiance compliance by lending service and manners to someone who is unconditionally trusted by uniform and paper. In this case, it didn't work out, until it did. The narration that gives a warm campfire snug, was a conducive companion that fits in regulary but not frequently, endearing the quest of Barry's climb to aristocracy. Leonard Rossiter, a hilarious hook at the beginning, his deliverence of facial expression and zany dance ability, he was in it to give it his all for a period movie debut. I was adoring the score, the strings of the harp coupling with endless daze of cinematography. That'll be finding itself a fine addition to my instrumental spotify playlist.