This has to be the least appreciated Gilliam film, likely due to the stigma from being such a huge bomb when it was first released. I remember during the initial theatrical release my parents refusing to take me to see it because of the terrible word of mouth. And it's a damn shame that the movie still seems to carry it's failure and not found a bigger audience.
The set design is absolutely beautiful, especially the incredibly bizarre Moon. The cast is packed to the gills with a smoking hot barely legal Uma Thurman, a (very) young Sarah Polley, Oliver Reed in a hilarious small part as Vulcan, and Johnathan Pryce is great as usual. John Neville is truly fun to watch. The role had to be the most fun he had, and it shows on screen.
One thing that always stuck with me in the time between viewings was Death. The design for Death is really great (that red hair!), and every time he shows up it is a bit of a jolt to the movie. Right when you think it might be dragging Death shows up to kick start it again.





