A neurotic loner who has raised himself on books instead of real life, loses his sense of reality and thinks he is Don Quixote - who, in Cervantes novel, thought he was a knight several hundred years to late for knighthood. The soul of the original story is present all the way. But instead of fighting windmills, this modern version lets Don fight oilpumps, and his Sancho Panza is an overweight outsider, and so forth. Things go from hilarious to embarrasing. The modern world slowly catches up in the last quarter of the movie, and he might end on antipsychotic medicine and antidepressants. But things take a turn once again. This might not be the masterpiece of the year, but it is areal good antidote to the navel-gazing paranoia that haunts many american movies and TV-shows these days. This is about accepting the weirdness of the world, so that you can live in it and with it.

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