A sweet satire about the value of life, the senselessness of war and the detached upper-class America. A very funny film despite it being tragically dark. Most notable was the film-defining moment of seeing Maude's forearm and the faded numerals tattooed on her skin. Then there's the performance of Bud Cort as Harold, which is as poignant as any in the 1970s.
For the record, I would choose Todd Rundgren to do my life soundtrack (all apologies to Cat Stevens).
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