Just finished watching Being There. I'm still reflecting on it, but I think it's one of the best films I've seen.
It straddles the line between profundity and absurdity perfectly. It's chock full of a character named Chance, horrible extended metaphorical comparisons between gardens, gardeners, and every other aspect of human existence, corrupt money-infused politics, infidelity, and televsion. It's all brilliant.
The messages I took away from the film. We see in people what we want to see. In this case, the character who is probably mildly mentally retarded, who definitely cannot read or write, and who has never ridden in an automobile, becomes the darling of the corporate-political kingmakers, a turn of events that all begins with a minor auto accident. Also, life is a state of mind. I took these messages because I wanted to take them; I didn't feel intubated.
The film also delivers a pertinent warning: When Chinese dignitaries come to visit, make sure the chopsticks you set out for them don't say "Made in Taiwan." (The background television commentary in this film rivals that in the Big Lebowski for humor.)