Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb ★★★★★

THIS MOVIE.
THE DIRECTION IN THIS MOVIE.
THE SCRIPT IN THIS MOVIE.
PETER SELLERS IN THIS MOVIE.
GEORGE C. SCOTT IN THIS MOVIE.
THE SCRIPTED MOMENTS IN THIS MOVIE.
THE UNSCRIPTED MOMENTS IN THIS MOVIE.
THE ENDING IN THIS MOVIE.
THE BEGINNING OF THIS MOVIE.
EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN THIS MOVIE.

This movie is my favorite movie of all time with no exception. My first time watching this movie was one of the most physically painful experiences of my life.
I was laughing.
I was choking.
I was snorting.
I was writhing.
I was falling.
I was rolling.
I was crying.
Whenever I talk about experiencing pain during a movie, it's always in a metaphorical sense. This is the only time I've literally, physically, experienced pain by simply watching a movie.
My stomach was hurting. My throat was on fire. My face was red. I was wheezing out every breath I managed to inhale. Tears were streaming down my face. My abs were sore the following morning.
Never again will I have a viewing experience quite on par with the experience I had when I first watched Dr Strangelove.
This movie is the reason I love movies, and I keep watching movies with the faint glimmer of hope that I'll experience a high even remotely comparable to the way I felt through every second of this movie.