One Paragraph Movie Review: Brazil

Fifty-seventh film: Brazil. I saw this twice in my twenties and decided it was one of my favourite films, with its difficult, impenetrable plotline, futuristic/nostalgic styling and undeniably terrifying baby masks. Then I watched it again, just now, and thought it was a steaming pile of wank. I love, love, LOVE Terry Gilliam but I’m not entirely sure he should be left to his own devices unsupervised. In the same way that Robert De Niro steps in during the storyline and fixes the hapless Jonathan Pryce’s tubing, so could Terry accommodate a director with restraint. There’s too much going on at the expense of actual movie, and Terry? TERRY. Five endings is enough. A disappointing two plastic suits full of faeces out of five.