Terry Gilliam may have actually died on the catastrophic set of THE MAN WHO KILLED DON QUIXOTE and been replaced by a rabid mandrill. Cherie Priest did a much more professional job of watching THE BOTHERS GRIMM than I, if you want reasonable, go there. Me, I walked out at the one-hour mark, having had my fill of frothing-at-the-mouth, teeth-clenched-so-hard-they-shatter francophobia and Heath Ledger's constant and nonsensical jock-impersonating-a-nerd whining and fumbling. Why oh why did they not cast Roberto Benigni in this to warn me away? Tags: movies
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