One of the supreme pleasures of the new 35-millimeter restoration of Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (which screens for two more nights at the Music Box) is that it allows you to celebrate how grainy Stanley Kubrick's movies are. I can't think of many other comedies that look like Strangelove, with its sci-fi mise-en-scene and newsreel-style matter-of-factness.…
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