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- CINEMA, Page 68Words of One Syllabus
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- By RICHARD CORLISS
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- THE FISHER KING
- Directed by Terry Gilliam
- Screenplay by Richard LaGravenese
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- The school year has just started, and already we're
- getting tired of the lessons movies have to teach. For most of
- the summer, a season that should provide a vacation from the
- heavy hand of pedagogy, moviegoers have been pummeled with
- do-gooder didacticism. Calves are good (City Slickers). So are
- dogs (101 Dalmatians). Men, of course, are baaad (Terminator 2,
- Thelma & Louise), unless they are ghetto fathers (Boyz N the
- Hood), in which case women are bad. Physicians need remedial
- courses in niceness (The Doctor, Doc Hollywood). And lawyers,
- should they care to join the human race, need a shot in the head
- (Regarding Henry). Some summer! Whether the star was Arnold
- Schwarzenegger or Harrison Ford, you couldn't tell the players
- without a report card.
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- So here comes the fall's first big movie, and now we're in
- World Literature 101. Cart out all those Holy Grail legends
- stored in the attic of your memory and apply them to a
- four-handed love story. But the true lesson is more familiar:
- psychotic people are holy seers, tour guides into the nine
- circles of the urban soul.
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- When he finds his guide, Jack Lucas (Jeff Bridges) is in
- a self-made hell. A New York City talk-show host, Jack told a
- caller he was among "the bungled and the botched," and the
- caller promptly gunned down seven people at a yuppie boite.
- Three years later, a wasted husk in the care of a video-store
- owner (the ingratiating Mercedes Ruehl), Jack meets the husband
- of one of those victims, now a daft street creature called Parry
- (Robin Williams), who leads his fellow homeless in singing "I
- like New York in June./ How about you?" Parry believes that Jack
- is a modern Fisher King, a '90s knight searching for the grail
- of emotional redemption, and Parry knows where it is: in a
- billionaire's mansion. Parry also has a quest: to win the troth
- of a frayed damsel (Amanda Plummer, again doing her
- prom-queen-from-Mars number).
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- This is all catnip to Terry Gilliam, deviser of the Monty
- Python animations and co-director of Monty Python and the Holy
- Grail. On his own he directed one commercial hit (Time Bandits)
- and one cult smash (Brazil). Critics, this one included, went
- crazy for Brazil; but not many citizens felt at home amid all
- the astringent whimsy. And the director's next phantasmagoria,
- The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, was a $50 million flop.
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- Like all these, The Fisher King is long, dark and handsome
- -- disorienting comedy in a Boschian fun house. Some big
- emotional moments are bungled or botched. The narrative
- scaffolding, all that Grail gathering, is both too elaborate and
- too gossamer to support what is at heart a buddy movie. And the
- film's moral is bizarre: for two guys to achieve sanity and
- humanity, they should get naked together some night in Central
- Park. What if movie goers take this advice to heart? They could
- get a stern lesson, and it wouldn't be applied with a ruler.
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- But inside the lecture there are pleasures galore: the
- subplot of Williams and Plummer, sweet losers in love; the
- delirious intensity of all four stars, as if they were in a
- psychodrama and not a fairy tale; a terrific turn by Michael
- Jeter as a deranged chorus boy belting out tunes from Gypsy; a
- waltz cotillion of a couple hundred commuters at Grand Central
- Terminal. All this attests to Gilliam's filmmaking glamour,
- which gives heft to the tale and invests Manhattan with a
- malefic majesty. A million reservations notwithstanding, I like
- The Fisher King. How about you?
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