There are some artistic creations that inherently have the power to change your life. Without asking for permission, they violently invade your soul, forever claiming a piece of your heart and haunting you to such an extent that recalling them from memory becomes almost torturous. Few movies have achieved this, and even fewer are likely to. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest is one of them.

A movie that, beyond everything else, touches on an element that defines human existence: individuality—or, more precisely, the right to it.

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest is a cinematic masterpiece. It is an unconventional drama. And it delves into the degradation, violence, and fear within psychiatric institutions, where people are turned into objects, and medication is administered indiscriminately. Where every form of physical and psychological abuse is legitimized, transforming therapeutic clinics into prisons, exile zones, and basements that conceal all the sins of the "normal" world.

In these settings, the prevailing doctrine defines the "good patient" as the docile, subdued patient. Yet, beyond all this, and through a striking symbolism, the film reflects on the mutilation of individuality, the imprisonment of the spirit, and the obliteration of each person’s unique personality.

Despite the final scream of anguish and despair being so piercing that it courses through the senses like an electric current, the stubbornness and resistance to any form of oppression leave you with the thought that—even if it seems irrational—the will can move, if not mountains, then at least a massive marble freezer...