Venice Review: Terry Gilliam’s ‘The Zero Theorem’ Starring Christoph Waltz, Matt Damon & Tilda Swinton

Venice Review: Terry Gilliam’s ‘The Zero Theorem’ Starring Christoph Waltz, Matt Damon & Tilda Swinton

It’s been a rough couple of decades to be a Terry Gilliam fan. Not just because he hasn’t been as prolific as you’d like him to be, with
several false starts or projects that never made it to a greenlight—most famously “The Man Who Killed Don Quixote,” which actually made
it to production before falling apart. Because the films we have seen, at least since the start of the 21st century, have felt compromised (“The Brothers Grimm”), muddled (“The Imaginarium Of Doctor Parnassus”) or borderline-unwatchable (“ Tideland”). We’re always rooting for Gilliam, but the recent run of films had made us wonder whether it was becoming something of a fools’ errand to do so.
Fortunately, his latest, “The Zero Theorem,” restores
some of the faith. It’s not an unreserved return to form, but it’s an admirably ambitious and thoughtful sci-fi mindbender that movingly takes stock as the
director enters his 70s.

The film, written by first-time screenwriter Pat Rushin, centers on Qohen Leth (Christoph Waltz), a nervous, very bald
man who lives in a church, has spent his life waiting for a mysterious phone call, and works as an “esoteric data” cruncher for the Mancorp corporation.
His only real point of contact in the world is his supervisor Joby (David Thewlis), and all he really wants is to be allowed to work at
home so he doesn’t miss his phone call.

After much nagging, Joby introduces Qohen (pronounced, as he’s keen to remind everyone, as “Cohen”) to the company’s leader Management (Matt Damon), and they let him have his wish in exchange for working on solving the Zero Theorem—an equation where 0 = 100,
and that essentially proves that existence is meaningless, something that his own temperament is uniquely suited to. It’s sent plenty of others crazy over
time, and threatens to send Qohen that way, but can the encroachment on his home of eccentric semi-call-girl Bainsley (Melanie Thierry),
and Management’s son Bob (Lucas Hedges) help him keep his grip on reality? Or will they tip him over the edge?

The film’s opening sections definitely make you a little anxious. While Gilliam’s future world is bright, colorful and distinctive, it also feels a bit
passé—more “Strange Days” or even “Hackers” than the bold visions of “Brazil” (the closest cousin in
Gilliam’s filmography, though this is a different beast). At a party, people are all listening to iPads, which feels like a strange thing to do when
technology has moved on so far elsewhere, and Qohen uses a program that seemingly nods to “Minecraft” for his work.

It also doesn’t help you settle into the film that Waltz starts things off on rather unsure footing, led by tics and often barely audible. It’s clearly a
deliberate choice, and not necessarily a bad one, as he opens up over time as Qohen is drawn out of his shell, but at first, it feels like quirk for
quirk’s sake. It’s not the only example, either: Qohen refers to himself in the first-person plural, which eventually pays off, and Bob calls everyone else
Bob rather than remembering their real names, which doesn’t. Altogether, you start to feel an initial lurch in the stomach that another Gilliam misfire is
unfolding.

But once Qohen retreats into his church (much of the film is set there, presumably for budgetary reasons—the director has said that the movie is his lowest budget in three decades, but it doesn’t feel cheap), things settle down nicely as Gilliam lays out his themes. Ultimately, “The Zero Theorem” is a film about
depression and fear of death, with Qohen haunted by an image of a black hole, and looking for a reason to justify his own existence before he shuffles off
the mortal coil. Almost everything in the film is building towards this, making it one of Gilliam’s more thematically coherent works, and without wanting
to psychoanalyze too much, it feels like the filmmaker, now 72, is confronting his own mortality to some extent.

As such, for all the film’s flaws, it feels like a very personal and moving piece of work as Qohen moves towards some kind of acceptance that his time on
Earth will be brief in the grand scale of things, and that there’ll be nothing to come after (a scene with Damon late in the game makes it clear that
Gilliam is no believer in the afterlife). It’s not so much a film about a search for meaning, as an embrace of meaninglessness, and it’s fascinating in
that respect.

Much of this is helped by Waltz, who once he becomes less mumbly gives the most atypical and human performance we’ve seen since he broke out in “Inglourious Basterds.” The support is mostly strong—Hedges (who appeared in “Moonrise Kingdom”) is winning, if a touch
mannered, Thewlis brings a lot of humor and even warmth, Damon is typically good value, and Tilda Swinton has fun in an extended cameo as Qohen’s virtual
psychiatrist (a few other familiar faces pop up, including Ben Whishaw, Peter Stormare, Rupert Friend, Robin Williams and “Game Of Thrones” star Gwendoline Christie).

Not quite as memorable, through no fault of her own, is Thierry. She’s decent enough in the role, but there’s not much to the part beyond a sexed-up Manic
Pixie Dream Girl archetype, and there’s not much payoff to the role beyond vacillating between whore and virgin. It’s endemic of the film’s view towards
woman (something cemented by the appearance of a skin-baring pizza delivery girl), leering and a bit icky, and it pretty much dropped the film down a grade
all by itself.

That’s the major bum note to the film, but if you can look past it, there’s much to like, from Waltz’s performance to the typically rich production and
costume design. It might not be a return to the form of “Time Bandits,” “Brazil,” “The Fisher King” and “ Twelve Monkeys,” but it’s a lot better than what we’ve had from Gilliam in the last decade, and we sincerely hope there’s plenty more to
come. [B-]

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Comments

RobThom

I guess I'm the opposite type of Gilliam fan.

I absolutely adore Tideland,
thought brothers grimm was pandering hollywood tripe,
and agree that Parnassus was pretty much incomprehensible.

Although that there is still something between those to suit the both of us seems perfectly Gilliam-esque to me.

XY

I read the whole of the script about 2 years ago and loved it, but I absolutely can't imagine Waltz and Swinton as main characters. The mood of the script was indescribable, however. I'd like to take a look at the outcome. Too bad I already know the ending. ;-)

JADED

A B-. I would not have expected more. Gilliam came onto the project as a hack director. Anyone expecting something on the level of Brazil was being wishful thinking, to say the least.

Dan

"It’s endemic of the film’s view towards woman (something cemented by the appearance of a skin-baring pizza delivery girl), leering and a bit icky, and it pretty much dropped the film down a grade all by itself." – are you sure this isn't also a part of the film's commentary on the perversity of modern society?

Alf

This reviewer is a moron, screwing up film titles in his fuller doc review, claiming the armstrong lie is both razor sharp and choppy, and now this incoherent mess. WTF indiewire, why send the b team to Venice?

james

Tideland is Gillian's best film. Truly wondrous.

Om

Tideland, "borderline unwatchable"? Taste is subjective and all that, but that's an extremely unfair verdict for such a powerful film. That's one of his best films, and the book it's based on is excellent as well. That movie deserves way more credit than it gets (which is basically zero).

D

"is confronting his own morality to some extent. "

Mortality. Confronting his morality would be a different film altogether.

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