I guess I'm supposed to be charmed and amused by Peter Sellers acting like a bumbling idiot for two hours, spewing the most optimistic vague bullshit and social commentary so inoffensive and paper thin that it can be used by almost anybody. Both Being There and Hal Ashby don't say anything, but that's why people find them interesting. It is the Forest Gump of the New Hollywood. But hey, that last shot was nice!
Regardless of how varying the interpretations may be, I have trouble when a film ventures 2 advance by way of allegory alone. The intention of each scene is essentially the same: Chance draws another character toward some kind of emotional &/or political clarity, however delusional. Such situational repetition quickly becomes tedious. Admittedly, this seems 2 be a problem w/ the source material; I'm no Kosiński fan.
I love it when a film - disguising itself as a comedy - reaches further than is expected to deliver a timeless philosophical message. A rare story that rewards the qualities of goodness and kindness without being mawkish. I loved the final shot - just weird enough to elevate the story to even greater heights. A great performance from Sellers - who I often find too much.
chance is like a programmed computer, and i don't want to review this like a computer that had been programmed to give decision whether is a good film or not, subtantial or not, instead i want to feel being with chance is a miracle, like all the characters felt. not like the audience that knew he is dumb. what a wonderful ending.