Targets the warmest part of your heart to bring out the dreamy idealist in all of us. Smartly done with plenty of spirit, "They Might Be Giants" is an affective send-up to Don Quixote, carried wonderfully by its cast (Scott is especially entrancing), and ending beautifully with a bittersweet blend of enchantment and disillusionment. P.S: Sometimes, I dream of being a knight. "There's no more westerns!"

It's a movie with interesting ideas, but bogged down largely by being a product of the 1970s. George C. Scott is excellent, of course, doing an expressive, authentic Holmes with just a hint of Doctor Who, and Joanne Woodward is up to the acting challenge. But, while "strength in nonconformity" is a strong theme, the simplistic "crazy is good" execution is lacking. (I do like the scene of them gathering up and marching down the street, though; if only it was all so stylized!)

I really loved this until the segment of the gathering up of their troupe and the confrontation at the grocery store; that really soured an otherwise great movie.

Someone said this film is a flawed treasure. They're right. It plays the mindless straights against the colorful eccentrics, and it expects you to enjoy the game, but it takes a little arrogance to do so. If you've got a soft heart for this kind of thing you'll be taken away. If you're resolutely dispassionate you'll feel nothing.

Interesting.

AKA Tears Will Be Shed.

Forget Patton, this is George C. Scott's finest screen performance.

One of Freder's favorite movies, for its whole-hearted embrace of all people eccentric and odd, for its charm and unlikely romance, for the lovely performances from a top flight cast, and for its very daring ending, in which we witness nothing less than the triumph of imagination over reality. I'm not saying it's a great, or even a necessarily well-made movie: but I love it unreservedly.