Released in 1991, The Fisher King tells the story of Jack (Jeff Bridges), a shock jock whose life goes down the drain after he inadvertently causes a tragedy. Three years later, he lives above a video store in an alcoholic haze with his caring girlfriend (Mercedes Ruehl). After a heavy night of drinking, he stumbles upon a crazed homeless man named Parry (Robin Williams), who he finds out was directly a part of the tragedy that he had caused. After feeling the weight and the guilt of this, Jack sets out to help Parry in various ways, but most importantly to help win the heart of a shy and awkward young girl (Amanda Plummer). Meanwhile, Parry is chasing some demons of his own as he is at constant odds with his own mental instability. Although the film is severely dated in a lot of ways, there's no denying how good it is, even to this day. The relationships between the characters, the performances, and Gilliam's direction all combine to make a very sweet and moving film. Gilliam, who was known for his outrageous and unorthodox visual style, set his own aesthetics aside for almost the entirety of the production. The final product is a happy marriage of great talent behind and in front of the camera. I would go so far as to call it Gilliam's most accessible movie. It's certainly relatable across genders and isn't just a trip into wild and unsavory territory. At its heart, it's a love story, but it's also a story about redemption, and Williams' performance helps seal the deal almost more than any other actor in the film.