Film

Withnail & I

Name: Withnail & I
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Released: 1987
Cast: Richard E. Grant, Paul McGann, Richard Griffiths, Ralph Brown, Michael Elphick

Two skint actors decay together in a Camden flat thick with squalor and self-medication, before a disastrous 'holiday' in the Lake District finishes the job. Endlessly quotable, gorgeously bleak, and very funny about the specific horror of being young, broke, and watching your friends grow up without you. A British cult classic — the 1960s' hangover, played entirely for laughs and grief.

TMDb rating

7.2

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