Time Bandits follows the adventures of Kevin, a put-upon, largely ignored but particularly imaginitive young lad who is abducted by a gang of dwarves (led by David Rappaport) who have stolen a time map from the Supreme Being (Ralph Richardson as an absent-minded, slightly stern, favourite uncle-like God) and are using it to develop their new careers as international criminals. Cue encounters with Napoleon (the ever fantastic Ian Holm), the Titanic, Robin Hood (John Cleese) and an unspeakably Evil David Warner.
As one of Terry Gilliam's earliest post-Python films and apparrantly aimed at a youngish audience, you might be tempted to give this a miss, but all of Gilliam's trademark imagery, wit and style is here, full-on and in bucketloads. The balance of review markings so far suggest that even those who like his work are less than enthused about Time Bandits, but really you can't go wrong here: visually sumptuous, excellently acted, exquisitely casted, superlatively plotted and wittier than Stephen Fry and Rowan Atkinson's secret lovechild: if you've enjoyed anything by Giliam, you'll love this. Many of the themes seen in later works are evident here: children, dwarves, theatre, travel and the eternal struggle between good and evil (allegorized as a conflict between the power of a childish imagination and the leaden hand of bureaucracy). Indeed Time Bandits could easily be the first of a trilogy with
The Adventures Of Baron Munchausen and
The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus (I've not seen
The Brothers Grimm, but I suspect that it could make this a quadrilogy).
"We're in the middle ages! Five hundred years before the man we robbed is even born. Ha ha! Try that one in a court of law!"