Terry Gilliam's film about an old carnie who made a deal with the devil suffers a little from banana-peel type humour and underuses the plot device of the imaginarium, a world created by the imagination of the person inside - when a posh elder lady enters the imaginarium, we see shoes, shoes, shoes, ha, ha, ha. Even so, it's nice enough while it lasts, but entirely forgettable. (6)
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