Film

The World According to Garp

Name: The World According to Garp
Genre: Drama, Comedy
Released: 1982
Cast: Robin Williams, Mary Beth Hurt, Glenn Close, John Lithgow, Hume Cronyn

Drama

Robin Williams as a beleaguered writer caught between an infidelious wife and a radically feminist mother whose manifesto becomes a phenomenon. It's tonal whiplash—comedy bleeding into tragedy, domesticity into absurdity—grounded by genuine character work and a refusal to take easy positions. For anyone wanting drama that earns its laughs and keeps you slightly off-balance.

TMDb rating

3.4

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