This isn't the funnest movie to see in public. In the theater there was me, my friends, half a dozen stoners, a gaggle of Border's Books employees, and a couple who came to the wrong movie.The couple walked out about a half hour into into the flick. I mean, what where they expecting? "Viva Las Vegas: The Sequel"?
The Border's employees (the bane of my existence on that day) all obviously read the book (because they are all cooler than me). So of course they laugh louder and more forced an almost every scene as if to say, "I love this part of the book that I read and am a fan of long before anyone else here was. Look at my hair." Bastards.
Anyway, the stoners where the most enjoyable aspect of the crowd `cause nobody does the hard stuff anymore. They were all just stoned on pot or something going, "Woooh." During the tripping scenes.
But anyway, about the movie. Kicks ass. Gilliam has done it again. Not as well as previous triumphs, but a triumph all the same. My girlfriend hated the movie though, but I think the problem was that she was trying to figure out what was going on. Don't do that. Nobody knows whats going on. They're fucked up on all sorts of shit. You can't understand a third of what they say anyway. When you don't understand something, just let it slide right by you... don't dwell on it, trying to figure it out. You'll miss the rest of the movie watching it that way.So just go, sit down, and enjoy the show. And kick some Border's ass on the way out.