Directed by: Mel Stuart
Starring: Gene Wilder, Jack Albertson, Peter Ostrum
This movie is fucking retarded. And yet, it’s a really classic film, and it’s eminently enjoyable by kids and adults alike. I mean, hell, I like this movie, Gene Wilder is fucking awesome in it. But really… Oompa Loompas. Retarded.
A kid with the worst life in the world becomes one of the five “lucky” children to get one of the titular candy maker’s “golden tickets”, which afford them a tour of his nightmarish facility and a lifetime supply of chocolate. One by one the children get maimed, disfigured, or outright killed, until at the end only poor Charlie is left, and when he decides to give Wonka back one of his experimental candies he could’ve sold to his competitor, it turns out it was all a test and Charlie wins the real prize: Ownership of the factory when Wonka dies! Which, let’s be honest, could be any day. That factory is AMAZINGLY DANGEROUS.
There are pretty much three remarkable things about this film: First is the fact that it was written by Roald Dahl, master of putting children in depressing, horrible conditions. Second is the psychedelic nature of the factory, making it seem otherworldly and even stranger than it would’ve been otherwise. And third is Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka, who is just fucking amazing. I mean, he’s a great actor, but I’d say that this is easily his best role. He’s just so insane, and effortlessly moves from being whimsical to negligent to downright fucking scary. And that’s how kid’s movies SHOULD be.