From the crazy, fucked-up mind of Terry Gilliam comes a "What year are we in?" story about some monkeys (twelve of them - well, kind of but not really), chemical warfare (well, kind of but not really), psychological divergence (well, kind of but not really), and the same characters in different times.
The movie's strengths lie in the interweaving of the different layers, which is done ably enough to be understood and not overly confusing. The viewer is able to appreciate the different sides of Bruce Willis as a convict sent back in time to find the source of a devastating virus that wiped out most of the known world, and Madeleine Stowe as a psychiatrist he "enlists" on his crusade, and the singular side of Brad Pitt, in his first Oscar-nominated role -- and only, until 2008's The Curious Case of Benjamin Button -- as a fast-talking, deranged son of a virologist.
The movie really makes me want to see Brazil, because I've heard tales of its insanity, but having seen 12 Monkeys, I wonder just how much weirder it could get. (That's hypothetical... I know how much weirder it can get...)
Score: 8.5/10
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