Bruce Willis and his baldy face get a star turn in what is probably Terry Gilliam’s most coherent film. If anything, Gilliam almost crowbars himself into 12 Monkeys at times; it feels more like an extremely well-made time-travel thriller welded to a couple of Terry Gilliam ideas. But consider that, when left to his own devices, Gilliam’s films can often be an maddeningly lackadaisical hodgepodge of visual ideas and tics. The fact that 12 Monkeys welds his cinematic flair to such a tight, engaging story does more than enough to ensure that this is a success. The supporting performances are a bit inconsistent yes – Brad Pitt tries too hard to act, Madeleine Stowe not hard enough – but this might just be Terry Gilliam’s best film outside of the Monty Python years.