Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb ★★★★½

Hold on a second... Peter Sellers was Group Captain Mandrake, the President, and Dr Strangelove... I'm either legally blind and deaf or Seller's just wiped the comedy floor clean.

Dr Strangelove didn't take long to enter and take a firm place in a tier of films which I knew I wouldn't get round to for a long time - though that's not a sign of critique, rather the opposite. Their sheer magnitude of praise intimidated me. But finally, I got round to it, and by god, I wish I saw through that intimidation. Dr Strangelove may just be a strong competitor for the place of my favourite Kubrick film. It's simultaneously timeless - a phrase I try and use sparingly - and era-defining. The latter is its strongest quality: the anxiety and yet absurdity of the depths of the cold war era are almost tangible.