The Most Unlucky Man: The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus

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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.


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The Adventures of Baron Munchausen

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Terry Gilliam’s mad, bril­liant yarn The Adven­tures of Baron Mun­chausen is a strongly anti-war fable to which every kid (and adult!) ought to be exposed. Like the best of its kind (includ­ing Rata­touille and Gilliam’s own Time Ban­dits) The Adven­tures of Baron Mun­chausen works on mul­ti­ple lev­els and is acces­si­ble to all ages. It is, how­ever, a Gilliam film, as as such pos­sessed of a cer­tain degree of dark­ness and naugh­ti­ness. But depic­tions of tobacco, decap­i­ta­tion, and brief nudity (of the young Uma Thur­man vari­ety… thank you, Terry!) were evi­dently A-OK for kid­dies in its era, and mer­ited a mere PG rat­ing. Spe­cial men­tion must also be paid to the spir­ited per­for­mance by a very young, adorable (but in a non-cloying way) Sarah Polley.

John Neville and Sarah Polley in The Adventures of Baron MunchausenOops, we threw the bud­get pro­jec­tions overboard…

What must be the most ironic cap­tion in cin­ema his­tory, “The Late 18th Cen­tury: The Age of Rea­son,” is fol­lowed imme­di­ately by har­row­ing imagery of war­fare that wouldn’t be out of place in Kubrick’s Paths of Glory. Fur­ther dri­ving the point home for the slower mem­bers of the audi­ence, a trip to Hades finds Vul­can (Oliver Reed) forg­ing ICBMs out of hell­fire. In a theme straight out of Noam Chom­sky, the mil­i­tary indus­trial com­plex (per­son­i­fied by Jonathan Pryce’s hilar­i­ously accented bureau­crat) impris­ons the peo­ple within the walls of their own city with a sham state of per­pet­ual war. In the end, the Baron (John Neville) defeats these vil­lains not with more vio­lence, but by inspir­ing the peo­ple to throw open their doors and thus their minds.

Uma Thurman in The Adventures of Baron MunchausenUma comes out of her shell

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The Wind in the Willows (Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride)

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What’s this? Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride? A film writ­ten and directed by Terry Jones? I didn’t know he made any­thing after Erik the Viking. Wait, and it stars Jones & Eric Idle? With cameos by John Cleese and Michael Palin? Why, it’s prac­ti­cally a Monty Python movie… the only two miss­ing are Gra­ham Chap­man, because he’s dead, prob­a­bly, and Terry Gilliam, because he’s… Amer­i­can, per­haps. How could I pos­si­bly never have heard about this movie?

OK, let’s take a closer look at the DVD box. Released by Dis­ney? Hm, that’s not nec­es­sar­ily a good sign. How about a quick web search. Wait, the orig­i­nal title was The Wind in the Wil­lows? Why did Dis­ney change it for home video? Did it not get a the­atri­cal release? (A user com­ment on IMDB indi­cates Dis­ney went straight to video with a dif­fer­ent title)

Now let’s start play­ing it. Jones was never the visual styl­ist in the Python films (that was left to the other Terry). Wil­lows looks kind of expen­sive, yet kind of cheap at the same time. Where’s Steve Coogan? He got first billing, but I don’t see him any­where. Hey, there’s Eric Idle, with a silly rub­ber tail! Oh no, he’s not going to start singing a song, is he? Oh god, it’s a musical…

Ninety min­utes later, my brains are drib­bling out of my nos­trils. This has got to be one of the worst movies ever made. Steve Coogan is prac­ti­cally unrec­og­niz­able (that’s him as The Mole). The great Stephen Fry shows up for a few blus­tery lines of dia­logue but fails to ele­vate things. Terry Jones looks ridicu­lous in green face paint and a fat suit (I hope) that I sup­pose is meant to read as “toad.” And sure enough, it was only a mat­ter of time, he winds up in drag.