Film, dir. Bruce Robinson, 1987
I wasn't really sure why this very odd, very random movie-- a British cult classic that never really caught on over here-- is one of my very favorite all-time films. But then I realized, hey: this is probably the most asexual (and okay, also the funniest) movie I've ever seen.
I mean, here are two friends that live together, everyone thinks they're gay, but they seem to have no romantic interest in each other, or women, or sex at all. I mean, how is it possible that two straight guys could go on a road trip and never once talk about girls? Answer: It's probably not possible, and Withnail, and I, are so totally A. The film also ends with that great monologue from Hamlet: "man delights not me, no, nor women neither".
I kind of like that their sexuality is never really explained. It points to a more perfect world where we can just be what we are without judgment, where we have uncles with strange country cottages and where any amount of drugs won't kill us. The best movies about gay life are just about gay people living, not constant conversations and explanations about their gayness. Comparatively, the best movies about A life (okay, maybe the only movie) is just about...well, life.
And whenever my sink looks really bad...it's never as bad as Withnail and I's sink.
See this movie. Just trust me on this one. It grows on you.