Starts off as a clever, quirky British satire with an able cast of colorful characters. Then there's one scene that sends the whole thing spiraling off onto a another glorious level of strangeness. Turns out this cult oddity is the last of a trilogy which I will now need to seek out, though I can't imagine they end up going as weird as this one.
Delirious, rousing, brilliant conclusion to his Mick Travis cycle. Lindsay Anderson may have had to end his career in another country but I'm glad his last film in England was so full of the revolutionary fervour that powered his early work. It might not be If.... but it is an outraged artist's last bullet and its aim is true.
A turgid mess with many of its crude broad-sides taking pitifully short fire at modern Britain. Enjoyable in short bursts, but Anderson directs with such cross-eyed furious indignation, he forgets to sugar his poisoned pill with much comedy.
Definitely a HUGE SLICE of British Satire pie.
However, it works so hard at "Making. A. Point." that it often loses its steam and its direction. The humor fades and the satire stumbles over its own message.
Graham Crowden is fantastic. His histrionics are WONDERFUL and he is so delightfully over the top, that he single-handedly saves the movie. I could watch him all day.
Quite an interesting film that displays a clash between classism, a doctor's cruel research, and civil disputes. Overall, the film had me interested, giving me something new to expect. I especially enjoy the casting and the characters they filled for. Especially, enjoy that common British comedy theme of transvestites, as well as the weirdly short man.
A stellar Frankenstein-esque tale. Britannia Hospital tells of the sinister and self-destructive nature of humankind's brilliance and curiosity. Meanwhile, the film also adds commentary to the laughable decadence of privatized healthcare as well as the dangerous entitlement that accompanies socialistic mentalities. The film's satire on British culture adds a thrilling and sinister sense of evil to the narrative.
A disjointed satire that keeps piling on more and more on top of itself without resolving anything at it's climax. It felt like the writer and director had something important to say but failed in their attempt to get it their points to the viewer. The film constantly falls flat with only a few moments that actually land. British satire and comedies usually require a curtain taste but Britannia is just simply weird.