In high school, my 12th grade summer reading assignment was One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I actually read the book instead of cheating by watching the movie, assuming that my English teacher would show us the film when we returned to school in the Fall. Apparently, I was hoping for too much there. Although I read the book over 5 years ago, I remember enjoying it more than I enjoyed the film this weekend. Yet, I also feel like the film was true to the book. Go figure.
I’m going to state the obvious and say that R.P. McMurphy was not crazy.
