Yes I know it was Heath Ledger’s last ever film so I can’t be nasty about it because Heath Ledger is all dead and that, but frankly this film was boring and no amount of dead actors changes that.
I quite like the title, I’ll give it that. Back when I worked for someone else, which is something I’ll never do again, I worked for a man who I think believed his company was his very own Imaginarium. I worked there for over 2 years and during that time he was perpetually in a fantasy world where he lied continuously to everybody about everything whilst misguidedly believing he might one day have sex with the contract girl who thought he was a bit pathetic. This film would have been more interesting if it had been about that, as it would have at least been funny then. Instead it was about… errr… errr… it was  I think about an old mad gypsy with a sexy daughter and a weird paedo arrangement to give her to Charlie Chaplin. I think that was what it was about. Oh and there was a midget in it. Midgets are funny.

One of the things that was good about this film was my seat. I had a really good seat, it was in a new screen in the cinema and it reclined and was soft and comfy and felt new. I really think this film got my seat just right. One of the other things I liked about my seat was that it didn’t die halfway through me watching the film and force me to go and sit in several other seats intermittently. If, hypothetically, this were to have been the case, and I had been aware of this before the film, I probably wouldn’t have gone to see it. This logic I feel should have been applied to the acting. When Heath Ledger died, they should have just stopped the film. Getting Johnny Depp, Colin Farrell and that fucking cunt Jude Law to replace the bits he wasn’t alive for was irritating, not least because I hate Jude Law, and not most because none of them was really quite as good at the role as Heath Ledger was.

It wasn’t terrible, but I was bored through most of it and wanted to go home, which is never a good sign. There were good things about it, certainly, I’m not saying there weren’t. Terry Gilliam clearly LOVES acid. I mean really loves it, probably has it on his cereal loves it, that kind of loves it. I refuse to believe anybody who doesn’t love acid could make this film. The scenes in the Imaginarium aside, the whole feel to the film was very acid like. Every now and then you’d get this weird feeling of being pulled back into reality when the magical veil seemed to drop and you felt like you were just watching a crazy old man. I don’t know how he did it, but I was genuinely impressed with it because there was nothing obvious about it, so well done there. But unfortunately, I was still bored, and I wasn’t actually on acid, so it didn’t really do it for me.

So in summary, my old boss is a liar, this film was good but boring, Jude Law is a fucking cunt, and I had a really good seat when I went to see this film.

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