Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. Stanley Kubrick. 1964. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
This is funny as hell but the critique doesn't, to my eyes, have much edge to it in 2017. Kubrick's riff on war in Barry Lyndon felt a lot more immediate to me. The weird libidinal energy that animates all the string-pulling is a funny contrast to the technicity of the plane ultimately responsible for ending the damn world. Presents an interesting taxonomy of people occupying positions of power, is another plus.