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Tideland ­ The Squirrels made it seem less lonely

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The new Terry Gilliam film, Tideland, makes you think that he really is the same guy that did in fact work on Monty Python and made Brazil 21-years ago. Because clearly, the film is completely insane. It¹s kind of no wonder critics are having a field day with this film beating it around like a piñata, but then, that is kind of Gilliam isn't it. On the one hand you get "This is the worst movie of the year" reviews. On the other you get the Gilliam as Orson Wells talk. And if you can make sense of this you're good to go:
"After her mother dies from a heroin overdose, Jeliza-Rose is taken from the big city to a rural farmhouse by her father. As she tries to settle into a new life in a house her father had purchased for his now-deceased mother, Jeliza-Rose's attempts to deal with what's happened result in increasingly odd behavior, as she begins to communicate mainly with her bodiless Barbie doll heads and Dell, a neighborhood woman who always wears a beekeeper's veil."

But really. On Saturday there was a screening of the film introduced by Gilliam¹s daughter Amy (kind of a dish) who sat with William Vince (Capote) in the front row who helped arrange the smug, free, screening. That's why I went. And those VIPs sat in the front row. It¹s not really a new film, as sort of completely unmarketable. Kind of like an art show featuring a crackpot's urine in jars if you will, but I hardly believe this is the worst movie of the year. A tough movie, there is no doubt. Probably tasteless too. But anytime you have Jeff Bridges playing 'The Dude' on heroine you know you¹re in uncharted territory. This gives you a sense:

"The movie itself feels like an overstuffed burrito: Nicola Pecorini's cinematography has verve but no visual sense, and the film's self-important pace turns deadening over the long haul. The best thing here is Ferland's performance -- the 10-year-old actress is able to play knowing and naive, nice and nasty. She's an Alice that Lewis Carroll might have admired, for good reasons and for creepy ones."

Mmmmmm....burritos.

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