Last night I dreamt a somewhat nightmarish, surreal dream. From what I recall I escape despotic Communist personages only to enter a hyper real world with a colour scheme right out of Dali, I'm talking disorientingly big flowers that flutter away as butterflies. Anyway I can't disclose much more for a) the risk of being psychoanalysed b) just not being able to remember.

The point is, I got thinking about Terry Gilliam, a wicked hollywood (in the loosest use of the term) director in the surrealist paradigm. He directed Fear & Loating in Las Vegas *drool*, Monty Python & the Holy Grail and his master piece (in my eyes) Brazil.

With the risk of sounding haughty I consider Brazil to kick Blade Runner's ass and gives Clockwork Orange a run for it's money. But I have valid justification: This film is a visual tour-de-force, kinda noir-ish, kinda art deco, kinda industrial, kinda futuristic, totally surreal! Gilliam's penchant for the absurd and grotesque really shines through.

Oh and the satire is perfectly executed, mostly about bureaucratic paper pushers.

Anyway I'm happy that Terry Gilliam is keeping the century old flame of surrealist art alight.