This film was reviewed out of Fantastic Fest 2018.
The Man Who Killed Don Quixote doesn’t live up to the huge expectations for it built up by its legendary setbacks, but there are moments of mad genius in this intensely personal film about the love of art.
No matter the actual quality of the film, it can’t be denied that the very existence of The Man Who Killed Don Quixote is a cinematic triumph, and Terry Gilliam certainly knows it. “And now… after more than 25 years of making… and unmaking” announces the film’s opening credits, winking at the long and troubled production of Gilliam’s white whale of a movie. “Finally… a Terry Gilliam film.” With setbacks more grandiose than anything in the classic novel it’s loosely based on, it is impossible not to get excited at the prospect of Gilliam’s magnum opus actually being a reality (alas, there’s still no domestic distributor lined up for it yet). Sadly, it was never going to live up to the years of anticipation, and the final film is a messy, if unique, experience that wasn’t worth the wait.
Source: IGN.com Terry Gilliam's The Man Who Killed Don Quixote Review