An unashamedly weird and hugely enjoyable film that offers up complex Freudian concepts and then somehow makes you not care that they get whitewashed over, because it was into a large tin of pure originality that writer Charlie Kaufman dipped his brush. It's the kind of comedy that makes you smile wryly, but would be equally at home in the tragedy section. If you over-analyse the plot too much it’ll start to turn in on itself, so just roll with it and have your faith restored in cinema for a short time.
John Malkovich is wonderful as... er... Malkovich, and Cusack gives one of his best performances ever.
3½ low overheads out of 5
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