breakfastcowl

The Fisher King

What a wild picture! Pulled along by the exuberance almost to the point of losing my tether on the film altogether. Drowning in Williams' primetime chaos, wincing and celebrating at Bridges' dirtbag-to-human arc of kinda-triumph. Does it play fast and loose with homelessness, mental illness? The calloused pitch towards the end played by its in-universe entertainment exec is wise to its own tactics, pointing a finger squarely at itself and a complicit audience. The momentary acknowledgement of the AIDS decimation put me through the floor. I dunno... Gilliam guts NYC and the rest of all of us a bit here.

milho

The Fisher King

Ver o Robin Williams atuando é um dos meus maiores prazeres.

ty

The Fisher King

Criterion Spine #764 You ever get the feeling sometimes you’re being punished for your sins? I love a Terry Gilliam film; he allows himself to make something that’s enthusiastic, comedic, fun, theatrical, and just overall enjoyable while touching on themes that aren’t really much of any of those things. Here, you get an illustration of a guilty conscience and the bonding of two characters whose lives shouldn’t be related at all, but are by chance, emphasizing that anything you do whether you know it or not can affect someone else’s life. I enjoyed that you get a sort of relatability with every character (I say sort of because they are fucking vegetables); they’re all soooo human, and the romantic undertones in this show add to that. I was especially enticed by the Parry and Lydia scene outside the brownstone because she was so under an assumption, and that was so relatable to me; I thought it paralleled well with what Jack and Anne experienced in the living room scene. All of this was an exaggerated way of showing the depth of guilt, the haunting of loss, and a rekindling with life. I wish I was there to see that ballroom dance scene in Grand Central Station it was too iconic.