A blog formerly known as Bookishness / By Charles Matthews

"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Thursday, October 6, 2022

Jabberwocky (Terry Gilliam, 1977)

 












Jabberwocky (Terry Gilliam, 1977)

Cast: Michael Palin, Harry H. Corbett, John Le Mesurier, Warren Mitchell, Max Wall, Deborah Fallender, Annette Badland, Terry Jones. Screenplay: Charles Alverson, Terry Gilliam, based on a poem by Lewis Carroll. Cinematography: Terry Bedford. Production design: Roy Forge Smith. Film editing: Michael Bradsell. 

Despite being directed by Terry Gilliam, starring Michael Palin, and featuring a cameo by Terry Jones, all members of the troupe, Jabberwocky is not a Monty Python movie. Gilliam protested when the distributors wanted to market it as “Monty Python’s Jabberwocky.” It might have been better or funnier if it had featured the talents of the group, because as it is, Jabberwocky is mostly a string of gross-out gags held together by a story about a peasant, Dennis Cooper (Palin), who comes to the city to make his fortune and winds up slaying the Jabberwock and winning the hand of the princess – which he doesn’t particularly want. It’s too messy and too choppy, concentrating more on creating a grimy vision of the “Dark Ages” – “darker than anyone had ever expected,” says the Narrator (Palin) – than on bringing Lewis Carroll’s poem to life. That said, the film does feature a splendidly realized Jabberwock, based on John Tenniel’s illustration, a shambling, ratty-winged creature, performed by an actor (Peter Salmon)  who was forced to walk backward inside the costume so the legs would bend in birdlike fashion. The movie has many admirers, so I have to admit that I appreciate Gilliam’s efforts – it was his first solo feature as director after the success of Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975), which was co-directed with Terry Jones.