The Most Unlucky Man: The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus

The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus movie poster

 

Terry Gilliam is bur­dened with num­ber of unfair rep­u­ta­tions. First, as a visual styl­ist more than a sto­ry­teller or direc­tor of actors — the lat­ter, at least, obvi­ously refuted by the fact that many high-profile stars will repeat­edly work with him for pen­nies. He’s also known as an unpre­dictable hel­lion and spend­thrift, which are, from the point of view of those that hold the purs­es­trings, the two least desir­able char­ac­ter­is­tics in a direc­tor. He may in fact be con­cerned more with the integrity of the work than with the busi­ness angle, as any artist should be, but he is no wastrel. In fact, all but one of his com­pleted movies came in on time and under bud­get. A bet­ter way to describe him would be as the most unlucky per­son in the movie business.

After the mul­ti­ple calami­ties and mis­for­tunes (that even an athe­ist might char­ac­ter­ize as acts of god) that befell The Adven­tures of Baron Mun­chausen and The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, Gilliam made The Broth­ers Grimm as a com­mer­cial con­ces­sion. Despite it still bear­ing his unmis­tak­able impri­matur, it remains the sole Gilliam film I actively dis­like. One good thing to come of it, how­ever, was a gen­uine friend­ship with its star Heath Ledger. Inter­ested in film­mak­ing him­self, Ledger stuck around on the set of The Imag­i­nar­ium of Doc­tor Par­nas­sus even when not needed on cam­era, serv­ing as Gilliam’ appren­tice and pitch­ing in when­ever possible.

Heath Ledger in The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus“Can you put a price on your dreams?”

Gilliam’s fabled bad luck first reared when he was hit by a bus and cracked a ver­te­bra, as reported in Wired. Ledger died dur­ing pro­duc­tion, fol­lowed by pro­ducer William Vince before post-production could begin. If one untimely death could pos­si­bly be said to be any more of a shame than another, Ledger’s acci­den­tal over­dose at the age of 28 might be truly unfair. He was rid­ing the crest of a wave of appre­ci­a­tion for his per­for­mances in Broke­back Moun­tain and Bat­man: The Dark Knight, and had just begun to stretch his mus­cles as a direc­tor with music videos for Ben Harper and Mod­est Mouse.

The pro­duc­tion was very nearly halted, but Gilliam real­ized it could be sal­vaged and re-conceived if Ledger’s part were par­tially recast with Johnny Depp, Jude Law, and Colin Far­rell. Gilliam stuck to one sim­ple and absolute cri­te­ria: all three actors must be per­sonal friends of Ledger, lead­ing him to report­edly turn down an over­ture by none less than Tom Cruise on the basis that he hadn’t known Ledger. Depp and Law actu­ally do quite resem­ble Ledger onscreen, at least with the aid of eye­liner and cos­tum­ing. How­ever, Far­rell most cap­tures Ledger’s phys­i­cal pres­ence and man­ner­isms. Charm­ingly, the movie is cred­ited not to Gilliam but to “A film from Heath Ledger and friends.”

Lily Cole in The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus“Voila!”

The eerie syn­chronic­ity between Ledger’s death and the film’s themes of mor­tal­ity are, remark­ably, coin­ci­den­tal. Gilliam co-wrote the script with Charles McK­e­own (also of Brazil and The Adven­tures of Baron Mun­chausen, which this movie most closely resem­bles). Accord­ing to Col­lider, the story is based on Gilliam’s own feel­ings of artis­tic frus­tra­tion, par­tic­u­larly after the recep­tion of his con­tro­ver­sial film Tide­land, which many found not just dif­fi­cult but even offensive.

As its title makes plain, The Imag­i­nar­ium of Dr. Par­nas­sus is set lit­er­ally in a world of imag­i­na­tion, a place we have vis­ited before in nearly every sin­gle Gilliam film. Most famously, Brazil riffs on James Thurber’s 1939 short story “The Secret Life of Wal­ter Mitty.” The few excep­tions include Jab­ber­wocky and The Broth­ers Grimm, in which fairy tales exist mat­ter of factly in the real world. In 12 Mon­keys, it remains ambigu­ous if James Cole’s (Bruce Willis) future (his present) or the present (his past) might be real or delusions.

Tom Waits in The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus“He’s come to collect.”

It would be a huge mis­take to expect any Terry Gilliam film to make total log­i­cal sense. Such pedes­trian expec­ta­tions would weigh down an artist we love for his unique, vivid flights of fancy. But per­haps even the wildest Gilliam fancy ought to be inter­nally con­sis­tent to a degree. If some­thing doesn’t make sense, is it a tan­ta­liz­ing conun­drum left open for the viewer to mull over, or is it evi­dence of slop­pi­ness? The cen­tral ques­tion left unan­swered for me has to do with the core con­ceit of the film itself: peo­ple are drawn into the mind of Dr. Par­nas­sus through his mag­i­cal mir­ror. In his mind­scape, they must choose between enter­ing a build­ing main­tained by the Devil (Tom Waits), or… what, exactly? Of those few that reject the Devil, we see their bliss­ful, unen­cum­bered state upon leav­ing Dr. Par­nas­sus’ mind. What exactly hap­pens to them that makes them happy? Also, there’s the side effect of them shed­ding their pos­ses­sions. They may have been freed of their own earthly mate­ri­al­ism, but that doesn’t stop Par­nas­sus from con­ve­niently enrich­ing his own troupe’s cof­fers, giv­ing the whole process an air of a scammy con­fi­dence game instead of spir­i­tual awak­en­ing. Reflect­ing the theme of insin­cer­ity is the corn­ball tune “We Are the Chil­dren of the World” which appears as a ring­tone in the film, and at the end of the clos­ing credits.

The appar­ent pro­tag­o­nist turns out to be an unre­deemable vil­lain, unlike vir­tu­ally all of Gilliam’s pre­vi­ous heroes, in par­tic­u­lar Kevin in Time Ban­dits, Jack Lucas in The Fisher King, Sam Lowry in Brazil, James Cole in 12 Mon­keys, and Jeliza-Rose in Tide­land. Which leaves us with Dr. Par­nas­sus, who ends up a lit­tle bit like Parry (Robin Williams) as we meet him at the begin­ning of The Fisher King: home­less and seem­ingly per­ma­nently locked in a posi­tion of want. Both are hobos, ren­dered apart and invis­i­ble from a world of beauty and wealth. Par­nas­sus’ long­ings are embod­ied by the beau­ti­ful Valentina (Lily Cole), whom may or may not be his daugh­ter, now seen ensconced in an envi­ously bliss­ful nuclear fam­ily. Par­nas­sus remains for­ever tempted by the Devil.


Offi­cial movie site: www.doctorparnassus.com

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Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

Sweeney Todd

 

Any­one who’s ever had the mis­for­tune of a con­ver­sa­tion about movies with this Dork Reporter is no doubt aware that I like musi­cals about as much as I like biopics. That is to say, not very much. I do, how­ever, love Tim Bur­ton, and count Ed Wood among my per­sonal favorite films. So if he could make a biopic I can love, I didn’t think it unre­al­is­tic to hope that he might melt my cranky moviewatcher’s heart with a musi­cal. But it’s been a long time since Bur­ton has directed a per­sonal project, instead work­ing on exist­ing fran­chises and remakes like Planet of the Apes and Char­lie and the Choco­late Fac­tory. He did add a healthy dose of the trade­mark Bur­ton fla­vor to each, not to men­tion key mem­bers of his troupe (Helena Bon­ham Carter in Apes and Johnny Depp in Char­lie), but fans like myself are still wait­ing for the next burst of pure Bur­ton mad­ness in the spirit of Edward Scissorhands.

Sweeney ToddOi t’ink he’s up to summat

The Sweeny Todd tale orig­i­nated in a prose ser­ial form in 1846, and after sev­eral per­mu­ta­tions, even­tu­ally became a stage musi­cal by Stephen Sond­heim in 1979. Burton’s 2007 film adap­ta­tion doesn’t quite man­age to break free of its stage­bound, er, stag­ing. Despite the oppor­tu­nity a film has to expand a play’s world, the action is lim­ited to just a few loca­tions. The rich art direc­tion doesn’t defeat the impres­sion that the whole thing was shot on a small sound­stage. Speak­ing of art direc­tion, Burton’s vision of late 19th cen­tury Lon­don is very col­or­ful, pro­vided that that color is blue. That said, it isn’t long before a few gen­er­ous gal­lons of red are splashed about the place.

Sweeney ToddAnd now, the chew­ing of scenery, for your delight & edification

Tim­o­thy Spall, once of Mike Leigh’s British kitchen sink dra­mas, con­tin­ues to indulge in the new scenery-chewing per­sona he devel­oped as Peter Pet­ti­grew in the Harry Pot­ter films. Helena Bon­ham Carter looks like she just stepped out of The Night­mare Before Christ­mas, and Sascha Baron Cohen sports no less than two out­ra­geous accents.

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Bar­ber of Fleet Street joined Wait­ress in the most unlikely mini genre of 2007: movies about pie shops. But while Wait­ress was a largely cutesy con­coc­tion, Sweeney Todd adds to the recipe a pre­oc­cu­pa­tion with venge­ful can­ni­bal­ism à la The Cook The Thief His Wife & Her Lover.

And finally, a tech­ni­cal note: the DVD edi­tion suf­fers from an unusu­ally uneven audio mix. The music is far, far louder than dia­logue sequences, so be pre­pared to drive your remote con­trol vol­ume switch throughout.


Offi­cial movie site: www.sweeneytoddmovie.com

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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest

Pirates of the Carribean Dead Man's Chest movie poster

 

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest is a healthy dose of friv­o­lous fun; I don’t care what the crit­ics are say­ing. I could do with­out Orlando Bloom’s card­board per­for­mance and Keira Knightly’s CGI bosoms, but that’s not what the movie is about. As with the first install­ment, watch it for Johnny Depp’s fresh one-of-a-kind rein­ter­pre­ta­tion of the age-old Hol­ly­wood stock char­ac­ter, the pirate rogue. The first film had an extra layer of enjoy­ment as one could sense Depp must have been truly mys­ti­fy­ing the Dis­ney stu­dio heads. By now surely they’re in on the joke and were more will­ing to let him rip, but it’s still a truly strange performance.

That may sound like a pos­i­tive review, but it still only gets three stars since it’s by no means a great movie and cer­tainly won’t stand the test of time like, say, Cars.