The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (1988) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
I suppose Terry Gilliam must be the most underrated writer/director in history. He's never in the discussion when people debate about the greatest living directors. Damned if I know why. He's made only nine films, but all of them are pretty damned good, and three of them are in the all-time IMDb Top 250. Here is his directing resumé:
He is also credited as a writer in all of those films except The Fisher King. There is not a bad film on the list. There is nothing even close. Even the disappointments are worth one's time, and even the worst moments of the disappointments are impossible to fast-forward through, for fear one might miss a visual or comic gem. |
To me the key issue about Gilliam is not just that he is a funny man with an astounding and unique imagination, but that his body of work is a celebration of mankind. |
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On the surface, one might assume the opposite, that Gilliam is cynical to the point of despair. His imaginary worlds are all dystopic. They are chaotic and dehumanizing places ruled by the brutal and corrupt. All his humor seems to derive from a view that the only way for the human spirit to cope with chaos and hopelessness is with laughter. Underneath that veneer, however, Gilliam inevitably sees the brighter angels of our nature. His societies may be vile, perhaps as an extension of the real societies that we build, but his individuals can be noble, and willing to fight against monstrous odds, even at great personal peril. When I watch Gilliam's films, I always get a sense that we humans have failed, but that we should not have, that we should have been much more, and might yet be if we can suppress that portion of our DNA that still belongs to the territorial apes we once were. Terry Gilliam is what Jonathan Swift or Cervantes would have been if they had lived in a time when artists created movies. |
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Gilliam has made great films but Baron Munchausen, to be honest, is not such a great film. It is one of Gilliam's most tepid offerings, and one of his most confusing and silly. Yet it is still a good film because there is just so much to enjoy. There is Gilliam's astounding visual invention. There is Uma Thurman's beauty, Eric Idle's comic timing, Sara Polley's childish adorability, and a marvelously theatrical lead performance by John Neville. There is the celebration of our ability to dream, the condemnation of irrational authority and power wielded cynically, the recognition of the power inherent in forgiveness, and in hope. Most of all there is the ubiquitous notion that the individual is important, that he cannot normally win a victory over the ruthless, soulless power of entrenched demigods, but there is great nobility and value in the fact that he tries. And sometimes, no matter how quixotic his quest, he may even prevail. |
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