Then Massive Attack's Man next Door, which is set to fragments of a 1965 film by Alan Schneider, based on a script, or what passes for it, by Samuel Beckett, the Irish avant garde writer and poet. The title of that film is simply "Film", it lasts 22 minutes, the main character is Buster Keaton, there's no dialogue at all, and it's about a guy wanting to escape being perceived. Beckett is of course most famous for his play Waiting for Godot, in which two characters, Vladimir and Estragon, are waiting for a guy, Godot, who never comes. Kind of like waiting for a leftist to grow a brain, quoi. The price for most unintellectual quote of the day goes to me, for "Samuel Beckett was a nutter".
Hey, I'm fine and dandy. No suicide plans, not at all. It's just that I don't think that just because a song is dark, it automatically cannot be good. In fact, imho both Lucky and Man Next Door are brilliant.