Horror 365, Movie 48: One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

I haven’t seen the inside of a movie theater since last January. It’s very depressing, moreso because I live literally steps from Naro Expanded Cinema. Way back in The Beforetimes, if I was at Naro Cinema less than twice a week, people became concerned about my wellbeing.

Anyway, one of the things they were doing was something called FlickIt! Fridays, and one Friday several Aprils ago, they showed One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest. How could I pass that up?

Seriously. Classic Jack. Big screen. Swoon.

I understand, of course, that not everyone sees One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest as a horror movie. It’s okay. Folks is allowed to be wrong.

Oddly enough, I don’t see the book that way. I remember when I finished it, I threw it across the room and refused to pick it up for a few days. I never read it again. That’s how angry it made me. I had the same problem with The World According To Garp, A Prayer For Owen Meany, Creator, a few others.

Anyway, let’s to the film.

I love One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest for many reasons. The performances are phenomenal, and it’s well worth seeing solely for the appearances of Danny DeVito, Christopher Lloyd, Vincent Schiavelli, and Brad Dourif’s tragic Billy Bibbit. Hell you can even find horror icon Michael Berryman.

But there are three main reasons I love this movie so much, two of which can be viewed through the lens of terror.

First is its portrayal of mental illness. The patients are neither exploited for cheap laughs nor portrayed as evil or threatening. They are certainly victimized by Nurse Ratched’s rigid system. As Nicholson’s McMurphy says, “she likes a rigged game.” They aren’t, however, shown as weak, helpless victims of their illnesses. There isn’t one second that you aren’t on these guys’ side.

Second is the age-old problem of having to prove one’s sanity, especially to someone with the power to deny your freedom. Sounds terrifying to me. Think about it. If someone labels you as insane, then the more forcefully you argue that you’re sane, the less sane you sound. Once the doctors determine Mac is dangerous, and Nurse Ratched feels he can benefit from the institution’s “help,” he’s doomed.

And what help it is: medication (what kind and what for are never explained), electroconvulsive therapy (as disturbing as Ellen Burstyn’s in Requiem For A Dream), and ultimately a lobotomy.

Finally, there is the issue of control as embodied by Nurse Ratched–iron control at any cost. Louise Fletcher as Nurse Ratched is one of the most (if not arguably the most) coldly, unfeelingly evil characters in the history of ever. The second she appears in the film, it’s like the temperature in the theater drops. Dementors have nothing on this woman. The tough, burly orderlies are deferential and obedient to her, and she shows no affect throughout the overwhelming majority of the movie. And yet, I can’t stop watching her. That lack of affect is absolutely chilling.

It’s like being fascinated by snake, specifically a massive constrictor, something with no venom that will nonetheless slowly squeeze the life out of you (as she figuratively does to the men on her ward). It’s important to make a distinction here between horror and terror. Horror is what you see. Terror is all in the anticipation. Terror is waiting for the snake to strike. Horror is what happens when it does.

A perfect example of this is Billy Bibbit. After his night with Candy, he, like Mac, stands up to Nurse Ratched. He’s even lost his stutter. This is where we see how far she will go in the name of control, saying, “You know, Billy, what worries me is how your mother is going to take this.” Billy’s reaction, and ours, is terror, the knowing yet not knowing. Like Mac, he tries to assert his independence. Like Cheswick earlier, he fails.

Billy’s reaction to this (which we see the results of) is horror.

It’s the unfeeling, black-and-white simplicity with which Nurse Ratched exerts her control that makes it so unnerving. Take the baseball game. Mac needs ten votes. He gets them when he persuades Chief Bromden to raise his hand, but since that happens after their session is adjourned, Nurse Ratched nullifies the results.

The argument could also be made that, metaphorically, there are two forces at work. Nurse Ratched is the power of whomever you want to give power to: the state, society, culture, the status quo, etc. McMurphy is whatever questions that. It’s Matthew Arnold’s pebbles hurled against the cliffs in “Dover Beach.” It’s George Orwell’s Winston Smith broken by the state via its agent, O’Brien. It’s Alex’s “cure” in A Clockwork Orange.

Now that I think about it, maybe I’ll just go hide under my bed for a while. But first, I’m gonna watch Cuckoo’s Nest again. And maybe re-binge Season 1 of Ratched. Cuz why not?


SKULLS
13

BODIES
only 2, but da-aaaammmmmmmmn.

4 thoughts on “Horror 365, Movie 48: One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

  1. You are so right, that movie is magnificently terrifying. Nurse Ratched is so scary, I doubt we could see a similar character nowadays, so distant from feelings of any kind and from any kind of understanding or redemption towards her. I’m really curious to know what you may think of Ratched, I’ve read opposite opinions about it.

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    • I loved loved loved Ratched. I think it’s a really interesting character study whether it adds anything to Louise Fletcher’s version or not. And it has, for obvious reasons, a great American Horror Story vibe.

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  2. This movie is absolutely great and one of the things I loved so much about it is what the background characters are doing, whether you’re supposed to be watching them or not. It’s also a nice warning to always watch out for that salt peter.

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