Written by: James Goldman
"They Might Be Giants" belongs to a special genre of film, in that it is neither terribly good nor terribly bad nor terribly memorable, but is mostly entertaining while being viewed.
I stumbled upon it, mainly by name, floating around my streaming options. As a fan of George C. Scott (generally speaking), I figured it may be worth a shot.
Justin Playfair (Scott) has lost his marbles and is absolutely convinced that he is the one and only Sherlock Holmes. When his brother (Gilford) tries to get him committed, he runs across a doctor named Watson (Woodward), and from then on the game is afoot! But is Playfair crazy? Or has he actually stumbled across a more sinister conspiracy that only he and his band of misfits can unravel?
This movie doesn't have a lot of heft. It's cute. It's charming. But for the life of me, it's hard to remember. There was a message, I'm sure, but I'm not totally sure I grasped it. Still, for the length of the movie, I was totally caught up in it. I couldn't stop watching.
There are lots of ethereal and ephemeral movies like this - the kind you watch once and never see again even though you kind of enjoyed it, only crossing your mind briefly, vaguely, whenever one of the actors is mentioned. I'd name them, but if I could remember the names then they wouldn't actually belong to this category.
I wouldn't advise anyone to see this movie, but I wouldn't protest if someone else wanted to put it on. It carries with it the magic of the movie experience, but so do all movies.
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