USA drama
1991
color 137 min.
Director: Terry Gilliam
CAV/CLV: $99.95 - available
           2 discs, catalog # CC1288L
Terry Gilliam's wonderful
and scary The Fisher King is a movie about terror and chaos and lives
falling apart; about media manipulation, casual slaughter and insanity; about
video stores, sexual hang-ups, radio "shock jocks" and street people . . . In
other words, it's very much a film about now. But it's also a film about "then,"
not only the Arthurian legends of the Grail and the "Fisher King" that give the
film its title, but our own immediate past: the America and New York that used to
be, both peeking up from under the present's shiny rubble.A mix of fantasy and
social drama, The Fisher King is not the sort of movie we might have
expected from the impish, baroque fabulist who gave us Time Bandits,
Brazil, The Adventures of Baron Munchausen or that wonderful
"insurance pirates" section from Monty Python's The Meaning of Life. In
its main plot, appropriate for 1991, wealth and fame collapse into squalor as a
guilt-ridden radio talk-show host (Jeff Bridges' Jack) -- demoralized by the
mass murder incited by his own flippantÊcommentary -- meets one of the murderer's
bereaved victims, a seemingly insane bum named Parry (Robin Williams). Almost
against his will, Jack slides with him into a better world -- one of knightly
quests, friendship and true love. It's a male-bonding story, but women figure
into the quests, too: Mercedes Ruehl's tough-savvy Anne and Amanda Plummer's
Lydia -- Parry's Dulcinea.
At first, the film appears to be a "simple" drama of
redemption, with mythic underpinnings. Yet, on its way to no fewer than three
happy endings -- all wildly improbable -- it moves into Gilliam's Quixotic,
quicksilver oeuvre. The Fisher King isn't Gilliam's script -- it's an
original by a young writer named Richard LaGravanese -- but it's clear that these
two were, or became, kindred spirits.
LaGravanese's characters might be
dreaming up the fantasies of Gilliam's other pictures, and one of them -- Robin
Williams' Parry -- actually retreats into his own Gilliam-land. It fits. If the
man who dreamed up Brazil suddenly woke up and looked around, he'd see a
world very much like the "reality" here -- the nightmares of modern Manhattan,
where murder explodes out of nowhere and the affluent walk past the wretched with
complete indifference. Framed by the obscene schism between wealth and poverty
that widened during the 1980s, The Fisher King is about people who fall --
and how the fall humanizes some of them, opens their eyes.
The Fisher
King has a lot of the old Gilliam tongue-in-cheek splendor: Grand Central
Station transformed into a ballroom whirling with waltzers (including two
ecstatic Hassidic rabbis); Parry's imaginary jousts; and the elaborate
contortions ofÊthe "real-life" scenes, with their dense, deep, Wellesian
perspectives.
But people who think that the director of Brazil and
Munchausen is a man running away from reality (instead of someone who,
like all great fantasists, weaves his dreams from it) will get a shock from one
aspect of The Fisher King: the acting. Gilliam's usual talent for
brilliant comic excess shines through in many of the things Williams, Ruehl, and
Plummer do here; they're all edgy and superb. But how many times, in any movie,
have we seen a portrait of a man on the edge -- fallible, desperate,
opportunistic, nasty and kind by turns -- as rich and real as the one Jeff
Bridges gives as Jack? This is the kind of acting you might expect in a movie
directed by Kazan, Scorsese or Cassavetes.
Before the triple bliss of the
finale, Gilliam has shown us why we need dreams -- and why we need to wake up.
And it's that collision that makes The Fisher King remarkable. Joyous and
horrific, sweet and raw, fabulous and earthy, it fits right into Gilliam's
brightly fantastic gallery -- with its tale of the wonder you can pluck from
your terrors, the Grail that's hidden in trash. And when it asks, wryly, "I like
New York in June. . . . How about you?" -- you don't have to share the sentiment
to join in the celebration.
-- MICHAEL
WILMINGTON
Credits
Director: Terry Gilliam
Producers: Debra Hill
and Lynda Obst
Written by: Richard LaGravenese
Director of Photography:
Roger Pratt, B.S.C
Production Designer: Mel Bourne
Editor: Lesley
Walker
Music by: George Fenton
Costume Designer: Beatrix Pasztor
Casting
by: Howard Feuer
Associate Producers: Stacey Sher & Anthony Mark
Unit
Production Manager: Anthony Mark
Transfer
The Fisher King is
presented in its original aspect ratio of 1.85:1. The transfer was supervised by
director Terry Gilliam.