Brazil. (R; 1985; Jonathan Pryce, Rober DeNiro) I feel I need to put a disclaimer on this review, mainly because the movie studio that produced it is determined on confusing the heck out of you with all their different versions.
For the record, the version I saw is the Criterion Collection: Love Conquers All, or, more commonly known as the version the director, Terry Gilliam, hates, complete with alternate opening, deleted scenes and “happy” ending.
Don’t freak out that I disclosed it’s a “happy” ending. It doesn’t reveal or help explain anything. In fact, I could vividly describe how it ended and you still would have no idea or understanding.
So, on to the movie. Brazil’s Orwellian measures are not lost on me. I get the big brother tie. I get the escalation of bureacracy to the point of complete ineptness. I get the fact that society has not evolved to further handcuff its citizens. I get all that. What I don’t get though, is the point.
As I’ve mentioned in these reviews, some movies need to be seen in the era they were produced to fully appreciate them. And that’s alright with me. But I don’t think the fact that this was done during the 80s, during the post-Cold War, during escalating tensions of the government’s growing powers excuses the fact that it’s a mess of a film. Save yourself the time and the trouble and just rent Escape from New York.
