This has been one of my favorite movies throughout my life...
I remember the first time I saw it, I was a teenager at best, and was sitting in my Grandfather's living room with my family... By the fourth faked suicide, I was laughing so hard I was almost in tears, while the rest of the family had turned their attention from the movie, to me...stone-faced. None of them 'got it'.
I have to admit that even I didn't 'get' the movie at 13. I just knew that the absurdity and outlandishness of the suicides was something I had never seen before on film (much less in real life...and was therefore interesting), and that Harold's sense of isolation was the closest thing I'd ever seen to how I felt, even as a child.
Anyway. I still watch it about once a year... And try to expose as many other people to it as I can. You'd be surprised how hard it is to get people to watch a movie that doesn't have Brad Pitt or someone comparable in it these days. Even telling of the Cat Stevens' soundtrack won't pack them in... :|
What's wrong with society?