Naked men left to themselves, stomping and screaming in their rooms. A desperate man argues that the hospital makes him sicker. They feed a man his last meal, but he can't taste it. And everyone singing, singing, singing.
This movie made me feel terrible. But it has some of the best editing and environmental music I've ever seen in film, documentary or otherwise.
I can't believe they let Frederick Wiseman make this film, but I believe they tried to lock it away. This act of censorship may have cost more patients their lives, and that makes it even more depressing.
An important work of art, but difficult to recommend. A master class in ethnographic film for those who can stomach it. Also for those who want to see films someone said they shouldn't.