Barry Lyndon is perhaps the best film of all time. It's not the best
movie, by far, but its the best film. The best of everything, condensed
into each unbelievable frame after another. The locations, ornaments,
decorations, music and blah blah all come together to make one gorgeous
looking work of art.
Unfortunately, as engrossing as its story is, its not exactly
compelling. It's not a kind of watch-it-with-friends movie you'd endure a
marathon of. In fact, it really only gets going after the intermission
(but the first section is still wonderful, don't get me wrong about
that).
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