Jack Nicholson is something else. And his movies are fascinating ways of living. But there will always be that one movie you link to an actor or actress, no matter how many of his works you’ve watched. And to me, when it comes to Jack Nicholson, he’s always ‘flying over the cuckoo’s nest’.
One flew over the cuckoo’s nest (1975) is a cinematic masterpiece, a one-way adventure in the human mind, based on Ken Kesey’s novel. After being sent to a mental institution, McMurphy (Nicholson), a rebel criminal who can’t stay out of trouble, realizes that his fellow inmates are being continuously abused by the cold-hearted nurse Ratched (very good Louise Fletcher). He just can’t stand the abuse and leads a rebellious plan in order to take on the inhuman nurse.
The journey is captivating, the hate is obvious and nurse Ratched’s look makes you wanna scream. But what’s fascinating, you don’t know who to trust, you don’t know what’s scarier – the human madness or the human malice? And what if they go together?
There’s one thing that will always scare us: the lack of understanding. We’re all mad, we’re all mean and we never understand each other. We never understand ourselves. We don’t understand the ridiculous and the irrational in the society and the people who live it. We never did and we never will but we’ll always want to change it.
McMurphy is a symbol of revolution and more than that, a symbol of tragedy. A symbol of the eternal journey for finding a way out. A journey that you never know how it’s gonna end.