I recently (finally) watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, the 1990 Tom Stoppard film with Gary Oldman and Tim Roth. It was quite brilliant, rather theatrical, and often hilarious:

Rosencrantz: Another curious scientific phenomenon is the fact that the fingernails grow after death, as does the beard.
Guildenstern: What?
Rosencrantz: Beard.
Guildenstern: But you’re not dead.
Rosencrantz: I didn’t say they only started to grow after death. The fingernails also grow before birth — though not the beard.
Guildenstern: What?
Rosencrantz: Beard! What’s the matter with you?
(pause)
Rosencrantz: The toenails, on the other hand, never grow at all.
Guildenstern: The toenails on the other foot never grow at all.

I am such a sucker for lines like that. And for intelligently written movies that allow room for inanities (Beard. Beard!). And also for Tim Roth:

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about Tim Roth that is strangely attractive to me. Maybe it’s the earring? Nah, I’ve liked him since I saw Reservoir Dogs, and I think his ears are unpierced in that one. (Phew. Could have ended up with a long string of boyfriends with a penchant for flesh tunnels EW.) I think perhaps it’s that every character I’ve seen Roth play is a troubled, unpleasantly likable sort — the bad boy/good heart formula that is so conventionally appealing.

Or maybe it’s that he’s so good at accents. I am a sucker for accent skills, too, it’s true.