Film

Brazil

Name: Brazil
Genre: Comedy, Science Fiction
Released: 1985
Cast: Jonathan Pryce, Robert De Niro, Katherine Helmond, Ian Holm, Bob Hoskins

Terry Gilliam's dystopian satire buries a lonely dreamer under paperwork, pneumatic tubes, and a totalitarian state so inept it can't even file its own death warrants correctly. It's visually overstuffed, tonally whiplash-inducing — farce curdling into horror and back — and unmistakably its own thing. For anyone who likes their nightmares baroque and their comedy laced with dread.

TMDb rating

7.7

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