I have decided that Withnail and I is one of the greatest films of all time - and I will gladly challenge anyone who disagrees with me, perhaps to a duel or maybe, and more preferably, to a pie-eating contest. I can't tell you exactly how many times I've seen it, but I can tell you that I can watch it another couple of million times more. The only trouble is after every viewing, I spend the next couple of days quoting the movie ("I'm going to pull your head off, because I don't like your head", "I want something's flesh", "Look at my tongue. It's wearing a yellow sock").

It's all at once a hilarious, heartbreaking and completely sobering experience. I absolutely adore Paul McGann (he ranks high in my list of People I Want to Marry Someday) and he is exquisite here (not to mention just too, too beautiful), but it's Richard E. Grant who, with his sharp, bitter and offbeat performance, touches greatness.