Film

Being John Malkovich

Name: Being John Malkovich
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Fantasy
Released: 1999
Cast: John Cusack, Cameron Diaz, John Malkovich, Catherine Keener, Orson Bean

Being John Malkovich turns a literal portal into an actor's skull into a deadpan meditation on identity, envy, and the itch to be someone else entirely. It's droll and unsettling rather than laugh-out-loud, endlessly inventive without ever raising its voice. For viewers who like absurdism played dead straight, with real melancholy humming underneath the joke.

TMDb rating

7.4

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The Science of Sleep2006no page yet

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Vanilla Sky2001no page yet

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