Not exactly, the book and the film differ slightly on this point (and many others)
In the book, it is related that McMurphy fakes his insanity to serve out his prison sentence for battery and gambling in the hospital.
In the film, he is sent to the hospital for evaluation after raping of a young girl. He then plays it up because he discovers the hospital is a easy place to serve out his sentence, until he realizes that they can hold him indefinitely. It is left deliberately ambiguous whether he is insane or not, although most agree that he exhibits sociopathic behaviour.
Another big difference is that the book is told from the point of view of the Chief, who is undeniably insane and hence an unreliable narrator.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
- Abercrombie, an elderly male cat (around 15) we found under a bush in our back yard. We think one of the neighbors dumped him when they moved. He was a sweet old man and we adopted him for awhile, but he didn’t get along with our other cats so we end up finding him a lovely home with a friend of a friend, where he lived for 2 more years and died peacefully.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
- Abercrombie, an elderly male cat (around 15) we found under a bush in our back yard. We think one of the neighbors dumped him when they moved. He was a sweet old man and we adopted him for awhile, but he didn’t get along with our other cats so we end up finding him a lovely home with a friend of a friend, where he lived for 2 more years and died peacefully.
- Diamond, a stray cat that had a litter of kittens in our garage when I was a kid. We left food and milk out for her. Diamond ended up wandering off again but the kittens stayed on as pets.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
- Abercrombie, an elderly male cat (around 15) we found under a bush in our back yard. We think one of the neighbors dumped him when they moved. He was a sweet old man and we adopted him for awhile, but he didn’t get along with our other cats so we end up finding him a lovely home with a friend of a friend, where he lived for 2 more years and died peacefully.
- Diamond, a stray cat that had a litter of kittens in our garage when I was a kid. We left food and milk out for her. Diamond ended up wandering off again but the kittens stayed on as pets.
- Glen, the old street cat. He was a big old cat, we figure he may have been between 15-20 years old. Legend has it that he originally belonged to some university students who passed him on to the next student tenants every year. He would wander the street from house to house visiting people and eating scraps, etc. He had no name and was always adressed as “The Cat”. One of my roommates ended up inheriting him and naming him Glen after the avenue he lived on, except they moved in with me on a different street but the name had stuck.
My roomate ended up keeping him and he lived for a few more years as an indoor cat.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
- Abercrombie, an elderly male cat (around 15) we found under a bush in our back yard. We think one of the neighbors dumped him when they moved. He was a sweet old man and we adopted him for awhile, but he didn’t get along with our other cats so we end up finding him a lovely home with a friend of a friend, where he lived for 2 more years and died peacefully.
- Diamond, a stray cat that had a litter of kittens in our garage when I was a kid. We left food and milk out for her. Diamond ended up wandering off again but the kittens stayed on as pets.
- Glen, the old street cat. He was a big old cat, we figure he may have been between 15-20 years old. Legend has it that he originally belonged to some university students who passed him on to the next student tenants every year. He would wander the street from house to house visiting people and eating scraps, etc. He had no name and was always adressed as “The Cat”. One of my roommates ended up inheriting him and naming him Glen after the avenue he lived on, except they moved in with me on a different street but the name had stuck.
My roomate ended up keeping him and he lived for a few more years as an indoor cat. - Puppy-Cat. A lilac Siamese who was rejected by his mother, and raised by a dog who had just had puppies. His original name was “Lilac Lou,” but he thought he was a dog, and did all sorts of doggie things. I use to take him for walks on a leash, and one day someone remarked “Trust you to end up with a Puppy Cat.” And the name stuck.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
- Abercrombie, an elderly male cat (around 15) we found under a bush in our back yard. We think one of the neighbors dumped him when they moved. He was a sweet old man and we adopted him for awhile, but he didn’t get along with our other cats so we end up finding him a lovely home with a friend of a friend, where he lived for 2 more years and died peacefully.
- Diamond, a stray cat that had a litter of kittens in our garage when I was a kid. We left food and milk out for her. Diamond ended up wandering off again but the kittens stayed on as pets.
- Glen, the old street cat. He was a big old cat, we figure he may have been between 15-20 years old. Legend has it that he originally belonged to some university students who passed him on to the next student tenants every year. He would wander the street from house to house visiting people and eating scraps, etc. He had no name and was always adressed as “The Cat”. One of my roommates ended up inheriting him and naming him Glen after the avenue he lived on, except they moved in with me on a different street but the name had stuck.
My roomate ended up keeping him and he lived for a few more years as an indoor cat. - Puppy-Cat. A lilac Siamese who was rejected by his mother, and raised by a dog who had just had puppies. His original name was “Lilac Lou,” but he thought he was a dog, and did all sorts of doggie things. I use to take him for walks on a leash, and one day someone remarked “Trust you to end up with a Puppy Cat.” And the name stuck.
- A black lab found in front of the “Oakland Main” USPS building one morning. Didn’t keep him long enough to name him. Where I was living, in Pacifica, I couldn’t keep him.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
- Abercrombie, an elderly male cat (around 15) we found under a bush in our back yard. We think one of the neighbors dumped him when they moved. He was a sweet old man and we adopted him for awhile, but he didn’t get along with our other cats so we end up finding him a lovely home with a friend of a friend, where he lived for 2 more years and died peacefully.
- Diamond, a stray cat that had a litter of kittens in our garage when I was a kid. We left food and milk out for her. Diamond ended up wandering off again but the kittens stayed on as pets.
- Glen, the old street cat. He was a big old cat, we figure he may have been between 15-20 years old. Legend has it that he originally belonged to some university students who passed him on to the next student tenants every year. He would wander the street from house to house visiting people and eating scraps, etc. He had no name and was always adressed as “The Cat”. One of my roommates ended up inheriting him and naming him Glen after the avenue he lived on, except they moved in with me on a different street but the name had stuck.
My roomate ended up keeping him and he lived for a few more years as an indoor cat. - Puppy-Cat. A lilac Siamese who was rejected by his mother, and raised by a dog who had just had puppies. His original name was “Lilac Lou,” but he thought he was a dog, and did all sorts of doggie things. I use to take him for walks on a leash, and one day someone remarked “Trust you to end up with a Puppy Cat.” And the name stuck.
- A black lab found in front of the “Oakland Main” USPS building one morning. Didn’t keep him long enough to name him. Where I was living, in Pacifica, I couldn’t keep him.
- Iris. A calico cat that showed up right after we moved into the new house this February. She quickly learned that I’m not the one who’s going to feed her, so she ignores me.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
- Abercrombie, an elderly male cat (around 15) we found under a bush in our back yard. We think one of the neighbors dumped him when they moved. He was a sweet old man and we adopted him for awhile, but he didn’t get along with our other cats so we end up finding him a lovely home with a friend of a friend, where he lived for 2 more years and died peacefully.
- Diamond, a stray cat that had a litter of kittens in our garage when I was a kid. We left food and milk out for her. Diamond ended up wandering off again but the kittens stayed on as pets.
- Glen, the old street cat. He was a big old cat, we figure he may have been between 15-20 years old. Legend has it that he originally belonged to some university students who passed him on to the next student tenants every year. He would wander the street from house to house visiting people and eating scraps, etc. He had no name and was always adressed as “The Cat”. One of my roommates ended up inheriting him and naming him Glen after the avenue he lived on, except they moved in with me on a different street but the name had stuck.
My roomate ended up keeping him and he lived for a few more years as an indoor cat. - Puppy-Cat. A lilac Siamese who was rejected by his mother, and raised by a dog who had just had puppies. His original name was “Lilac Lou,” but he thought he was a dog, and did all sorts of doggie things. I use to take him for walks on a leash, and one day someone remarked “Trust you to end up with a Puppy Cat.” And the name stuck.
- A black lab found in front of the “Oakland Main” USPS building one morning. Didn’t keep him long enough to name him. Where I was living, in Pacifica, I couldn’t keep him.
- Iris. A calico cat that showed up right after we moved into the new house this February. She quickly learned that I’m not the one who’s going to feed her, so she ignores me.
- Sgt Carter. A pug. On the day before we made a major residence change 600 miles away. My Mother, My Sister, a miniature poodle, a persian cat, and a brand new pug jumped in our VW bug and drove to out new home, 600 miles away. Dad had already left with most of clothes. Sgt Carter was named because of his resemblance to the Gomer Pyle character. Sgt Carter loved tangerines. Unfortunately Sgt Carter got hit by a car at our new home.
Stray or wild animals that you ended up adopting as pets, personality quirk or anecdote optional:
- Hobo. German Shepherd mix at our old Cleveland home. Stopped my sister one night from going downstairs for a midnight snack by grabbing her by the diaper.
- Leo. Labrador Retriever at our old West Hartford home. He adopted us, and stayed for a week or two before his owner was contacted.
- Seamus. Ginger cat that showed up at our house. My daughter fed him, so he stayed. He was the only non-tempermental cat I’ve ever known.
- Bela. Part Siamese kitten abandoned by the roadside so young his eyes weren’t open. We bottle fed him for a couple of days then found a mother cat who nursed him. A vicious warlord; he grew up to be god king of all cats within a tri-county area; probably a direct ancestor of every cat in Alabama by now.
- I have a houseful of “wild” animals my son has caught and brought home, including Dizzy the anole, Pinchy and Crumbs the crawdads, Nachos the baby turtle, Sunny the sunfish, and Big Cheese the toad… plus two frogs he raised from tadpoles that he never bothered giving names to. Since they’re all cold-blooded, personalities (let alone personality quirks) are lacking.
- Abercrombie, an elderly male cat (around 15) we found under a bush in our back yard. We think one of the neighbors dumped him when they moved. He was a sweet old man and we adopted him for awhile, but he didn’t get along with our other cats so we end up finding him a lovely home with a friend of a friend, where he lived for 2 more years and died peacefully.
- Diamond, a stray cat that had a litter of kittens in our garage when I was a kid. We left food and milk out for her. Diamond ended up wandering off again but the kittens stayed on as pets.
- Glen, the old street cat. He was a big old cat, we figure he may have been between 15-20 years old. Legend has it that he originally belonged to some university students who passed him on to the next student tenants every year. He would wander the street from house to house visiting people and eating scraps, etc. He had no name and was always adressed as “The Cat”. One of my roommates ended up inheriting him and naming him Glen after the avenue he lived on, except they moved in with me on a different street but the name had stuck.
My roomate ended up keeping him and he lived for a few more years as an indoor cat. - Puppy-Cat. A lilac Siamese who was rejected by his mother, and raised by a dog who had just had puppies. His original name was “Lilac Lou,” but he thought he was a dog, and did all sorts of doggie things. I use to take him for walks on a leash, and one day someone remarked “Trust you to end up with a Puppy Cat.” And the name stuck.
- A black lab found in front of the “Oakland Main” USPS building one morning. Didn’t keep him long enough to name him. Where I was living, in Pacifica, I couldn’t keep him.
- Iris. A calico cat that showed up right after we moved into the new house this February. She quickly learned that I’m not the one who’s going to feed her, so she ignores me.
- Sgt Carter. A pug. On the day before we made a major residence change 600 miles away. My Mother, My Sister, a miniature poodle, a persian cat, and a brand new pug jumped in our VW bug and drove to out new home, 600 miles away. Dad had already left with most of clothes. Sgt Carter was named because of his resemblance to the Gomer Pyle character. Sgt Carter loved tangerines. Unfortunately Sgt Carter got hit by a car at our new home.
- Boo, a Bluetick coonhound who apparently wandered off from the hunters she belonged to and lived with us for a season. The weirdest thing is that while with us she got pregnant by our Corgi and produced some of the weirdest looking pups you ever saw, none of whom had any problems finding homes. (Boo’s owner, or somebody purporting to be her, later claimed her when they saw her from the road.)
Next up:
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
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Sky Dancers
They look like they’re be mocking both lack-of-bone-hardening conditions and seizure disorders at the same time, or else are Pentecostal and filled with the spirit and about to pick up little inflatable tube snakes which disturbs me even more.
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
I know it’s supposed to be a feel good thing but I find it just disturbing and sad.
I also don’t get how the competition is even fair sometimes due to the range of disabilities of the contestants.
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
- Della Reese’s smile on Touched by an Angel
Whenever she went into the “I’m an angel, baby!” part of the show she always looked evil and demented to me, partly because she reminds me of a former co-worker who was literally certifiable (was ultimately physically removed from work for having what I’ll just call a ‘one sided argument’) and partly because I’ve seen her on a couple of interviews on religious where she came across as just absolutely loopy in her beliefs (e.g. believes everything is a sign from God to her and believes in talismans as much as a voodoo priestess would). Apparently she rubbed off in her beliefs on Roma Downey, who along with her third (3rd) husband is something of a fundamentalist, but Roma’s not quite as scary looking yet (after another facelift or two she’ll probably be there).
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
- Della Reese’s smile on Touched by an Angel
- K-PAX, and any other movie based on the premise that the insane are much sweeter and happier people than the rest of us, and that we have so much to learn from them!
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
- Della Reese’s smile on Touched by an Angel
- K-PAX, and any other movie based on the premise that the insane are much sweeter and happier people than the rest of us, and that we have so much to learn from them!
- Scary clowns
I know I’m in the minority, but I was brought up with the idea that clowns were people who’s purpose in life was to make people (and especially children) smile and laugh. What’s to fear?
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
- Della Reese’s smile on Touched by an Angel
- K-PAX, and any other movie based on the premise that the insane are much sweeter and happier people than the rest of us, and that we have so much to learn from them!
- Scary clowns
- Baby dolls
Especially naked baby dolls.
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
- Della Reese’s smile on Touched by an Angel
- K-PAX, and any other movie based on the premise that the insane are much sweeter and happier people than the rest of us, and that we have so much to learn from them!
- Scary clowns
- Baby dolls
- Taxidermy
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
- Della Reese’s smile on Touched by an Angel
- K-PAX, and any other movie based on the premise that the insane are much sweeter and happier people than the rest of us, and that we have so much to learn from them!
- Scary clowns
- Baby dolls
- Taxidermy
- Angelina Jolie’s lips
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
- Della Reese’s smile on Touched by an Angel
- K-PAX, and any other movie based on the premise that the insane are much sweeter and happier people than the rest of us, and that we have so much to learn from them!
- Scary clowns
- Baby dolls
- Taxidermy
- Angelina Jolie’s lips
- Pink (the singer)
Things You Personally Find Disturbing That Aren’t Meant To Be
- Sky Dancers
- The Special Olympics
- Della Reese’s smile on Touched by an Angel
- K-PAX, and any other movie based on the premise that the insane are much sweeter and happier people than the rest of us, and that we have so much to learn from them!
- Scary clowns
- Baby dolls
- Taxidermy
- Angelina Jolie’s lips
- Pink (the singer)
- The short shorts NBA players wore in the 70s and early 80s.