By the end, Cervantes’s heroes are at last free to move beyond representative confinement and finally speak freely as equals.
There are a few effectively disquieting sequences early on, but the film never recovers from director Kevin Macdonald’s indifferent staging of a pivotal moment.
Th extras offer a variety of opinions on the film that absolutely dwarfs the amount of barbiturates ingested throughout the narrative.
This two-disc set is sure to keep Gilliam's few Tideland fans buzzing for some time.
Its out-there excessiveness eventually conveys not the resilience of youthful imaginations but, rather, the limits of unchecked auteurism.
Despite its classification as a rock n’ roll mockumentary, Keith Fulton and Louis Pepe’s Brothers of the Head is of a markedly different stripe than Spinal Tap.