Have you seen 12 Monkeys?
If you haven’t, you need to stop what you’re doing and go watch it. Right now.
In an exemplary vision of the ever-popular dystopian, post-apocalyptic future, Terry Gilliam brings together Bruce Willis, Madeleine Stowe, and Brad Pitt in a world brilliantly reminiscent of Brazil yet not nearly so uncomfortable. The story weaves carefully through various times and places, planting hints and clues along the way in some of the best subtle foreshadowing I’ve experienced. Willis is sympathetic and heart wrenching. Stowe is delightfully skeptical. Pitt is nearly unrecognizable in his madness.
It’s a powerful experience.
Now, this film was released when I was a mere 10 years old, so you may be wondering how it came to be a favorite. It’s a simple answer really – I inherited my father’s love of Bruce Willis in my youth – the good (Die Hard), the bad (The Last Boy Scout), the amazing (The 5th Element), the downright campy (Death Becomes Her). I can thank my father for all of these, and 12 Monkeys among them.
You may also be wondering why I’m choosing to talk your ear off about this particular piece of cinematic wonder on this seemingly random summer day. This too is a simple answer – in recent years, independent theaters have taken to showing older films on the big screen to a notably positive response (mine included). Showing tonight, courtesy of the Denver Film Society, is this gem, and I couldn’t be more excited.
Later this summer, DFS is teaming up with the Denver Museum of Nature and Science for their annual Science Fiction Film Series.