“Withnail and I” and I.


I was inspired to write this post by Cindy Bruchman’s recent post – “A dozen perfect films”.

Right up there at the top of my own dozen favourites is “Withnail and I”, a low-key, low-budget  English comedy from 1987, written and directed by Bruce Robinson.  I saw it when it was released, fell deeply and madly in love with it and since then have watched it countless times. And the great thing is that it’s so rich and multi-layered there’s always some new delight to discover and giggle at.

It’s set in London in the final days of the 1960s. The two main characters, Withnail and Marwood (the “I” in the title), are a pair of out-of-work actors, living in squalor and barely surviving on a diet of pills, booze and grass. Desperate to escape the sordid tedium of their lives, they decide to take a trip to Withnail’s Uncle’s cottage retreat in the Lake District. But what’s meant to be a recuperative holiday in the beautiful North West English countryside doesn’t turn out quite as expected.

The 1960s usually conjure up images of flower-power, luscious psychedelia and the summer of peace, love and understanding. The 1960s depicted in “Withnail and I” is  more a case of booze-power, shabby drabness and the autumn of squabbles, unrequited lust and grass-blurred misunderstanding.

So, what makes it so adorably, scrumbunctiously perfect? Let’s take a step back, put on our analytical hats and apply Cindy Bruchman’s 13 criteria. Plus one of my own for good measure…

1.THE PERFECT LINE – OMG, this film is crammed to bursting point with superb lines. Every scene has at least one gem, generally half a dozen. Here are a couple to whet the appetite:



2.THE PERFECT SCENE – The film is actually one long series of perfect scenes perfectly spliced together, so I don’t know where to start here. But maybe one of the most perfectly perfect of the perfect scenes is the one in the Penrith Tearooms:

3.SMART SCRIPT – Top marks here again. The film was written and directed by Bruce Robinson, who’d already established himself as a high calibre writer on “The Killing Fields”.  “Withnail and I” is a far more personal film and the background to the story and the characters is well documented. Just read or watch any interviews with Bruce Robinson and you’ll get a sense of the acerbic wit that permeates the script of “Withnail and I”.

4.SATISFYING ENDING – Oh yes! I won’t throw in a spoiler here, but I’ll just say the ending is Shakespearean in its perfection.

5.CHARACTER TRANSCENDS ACTOR –   A big pat on the back  to Richard.E.Grant, who is totally outstandingly convincing as the doomed, drunk Withnail.  And another pat on the back when you learn that the actor himself was/is a teetotaller.

6.SOUND/SCORE – “A Whiter Shade of Pale”…lots of Hendrix…Wonderful.

7.PRODUCTION DESIGN/SETTING – Perfectly matches the concept of “the arse-end of the 60s”. The settings are so perfectly integrated into the story that they’re almost characters in themselves. Take a look at this clapped-out,  once fine looking Jag. You can’t help but love it!


8.CINEMATOGRAPHY – The film  has a soft, moist quality to it. You can almost smell the damp and decay that the camera captures.

9.COSTUMES –  Musty tweeds, shabby second-hand overcoats perfectly illustrate the worn-out, coat-tail end of the 1960s.

10.SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF. I AM “IN” THE MOVIE – I’ve been “in” this movie so many times it’s become almost like a second home.

11. THE CLIMAX IS CLEARLY EVIDENT AND STARTLING – Well, there’s no grand finale with explosions and hero-villain face-offs, but the climax is perfectly appropriate. To paraphrase T.S.Eliot, “This is the way the film ends – not with a bang, but a whimper!”

12. THE ENSEMBLE CAST – The film was a career booster for many of the cast. The late Richard Griffiths (Uncle Vernon in the Harry Potter films) is superb as the tweedy, decadent Uncle Monty. And Ralph Brown as Danny the drug dealer is unforgettable. Here he is, brandishing the infamous “Camberwell Carrot”:


13. THE OPENING AND ENDING SHOT – The film opens with a long close-up of Marwood’s face, accompanied by King Curtis’ version of “A Whiter Shade of Pale”. The closing shot is…no spoilers here, but…

…which brings me to…

14. THE WEATHER (this is my own addition to Cindy’s criteria) – I generally like films with good weather. I love all the Coen Brothers’ films, but asked to make a choice between “Blood Simple” and “Fargo” I’d choose “Blood Simple” any day, simply because I much prefer the sweaty Texan heat of “Blood Simple” to the icy climate of “Fargo”.

“Withnail and I”  is where the exception proves the rule. The weather in “Withnail” is frankly dreadful. But the merits of the other criteria far outweigh this one little flaw in my definition of a perfect film. After all, what is perfection without the odd flaw or two?