This is not a dark fairy tale: this is a film about imagining and the imaginative; and it is also a film heart-wrenching and incredibly moving, because Terry Gilliam's message is clear: imagination goes hand in hand with loneliness, more precisely, the more one is alone, the more an imagined reality becomes powerful, to the point of confusing and ascending to reality.

What is imagined, naturally fanciful, creative, and therefore beautiful, carries with it the inevitable pain of not being shared, a solitude splendidly represented by the colors and the setting in which the entire film takes place.

The astonishing little protagonist of this film is so accustomed to solitude that she doesn't notice the distinction between sleep and death, just as, in fact, between the real and the imagined, both experienced with the same free, disenchanted, overwhelming passion, in search of a meeting that will put the world back in its place.

It's useless to search for a real plot as this is a film primarily made of images, and secondly of the absurd and beautiful progress of the relationship between the protagonist Rose and Dickens, the epileptic boy, another "other" who lives in incommunicability and therefore imagination; their encounter, which breaks solitude, so impossible in any plausible context, instead proceeds beyond every common scheme with the fierce innocence of need.

There can be multiple interpretations of the "Upside-Down World" inspired by many sequences in the film, but it is right not to go further so that everyone can see their own.

One of the most precious films released in recent years.

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