4/10. With occasional flashes of brilliance--mostly courtesy of George C. Scott's monologues--THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS is unfortunately a very middling affair. Some funny gags, but they go on for too long. The central romance feels underdeveloped, and the ending is cryptic in a bad way.
3 1/2 out of 5 stars. I really liked They Might Be Giants. It reminded me of an American version of The Ruling Class. George C. Scott was brilliant and all of the supporting players were excellent. Woodward was just okay for me and the last 10 minutes almost completely fell apart into a nonsensical pile of something despite a gorgeous, but inappropriately haunting final shot. Fun, but definitely not perfect.
Scott and Woodward save it, though it can't quite shake free of Sixties-style zaniness. Which is strange given how grey and Seventies the LOOK of the film is. The quiet, love story moments work best. Loneliness and paranoia as romantic comedy is no bad thing. And again, Scott (fresh on the heels of Patton, no less) and a kooky-but-fierce Woodward make it worth seeking out. It's on Netflix at the moment.
Superb movie about a delusional paranoid who thinks he is Sherlock Holmes. Or is he? Released in 1971 and way ahead of its time. Excellent quotable script, great use of New York City locations and cast of oddballs just the right side of crazy - apart from the core players look out for Munster Al Lewis and Golden Girl Rue McClanahan.