There’s an interview with Terry Gilliam over on the Independent’s website.

Despite having never met the man, I have a fierce affection for Gilliam. He makes insane, beautiful, elegiac, memorable movies - Time Bandits, Brazil, Twelve Monkeys, Baron Munchausen, Fisher King - films that most directors would love to have in their canon, I’ll wager.

And yet there’s an almost tragic air of thwarted ambitions about the man. His path seems strewn with obstacles of philistinic studio executives, financing nightmares and, in the case of the disasterous The Man Who Killed Don Quixote, sheer bloody awful luck. The production of his latest movie, Brothers Grimm, has also been rather troubled, it seems. And, just for good measure, it’s being released in the US the week after the new Harry Potter movie. Somebody’s really got it in for Gilliam.

I’ve said this before, but won’t some kindly billionaire with a romantic soul please give him $200m?