Perhaps no feature film has endured such a rocky ride to screens as director Terry Gilliam's The Man Who Killed Don Quixote. His quest to get the film made long ago began to mirror the foolish, futile endeavors of the Quixote of the classic Cervantes novel; an entire feature documentary, Lost In La Mancha, was produced chronicling the never-ending series of disasters which nearly caused Gilliam to give up on the project forever, and that was in 2002. But somehow, improbably, Gilliam's labor of love and/or madness is coming to theaters next year (which can only be confidently announced because it has wrapped shooting), and it sounds every bit worth the wait.
The story focuses on an old man who believes he is the legendary Quixote, who mistakes a confused advertising executive for his faithful squire and proceeds to drag the man through a time-jumping, mind-bending adventure where dreams and reality become tough to tell apart.
Gilliam reminded everyone of his Monty Python roots with his deadpan, self-deprecating announcement of the shoot's completion: "Don Quixote is a dreamer, an idealist, and a romantic, determined not to accept the limitations of reality, marching on regardless of setbacks, as we have done," he said. "Any sensible person would have given up years ago, but sometimes pig-headed dreamers win in the end, so thank you to all of the ill-paid fantasists and believers who have joined to make this longstanding dream a reality!"