C'mon, Trev, I'm sure you found a way to disobey her on a few occasions. 

Anyway, I'll let you comment on my mild recommendation of THE BROTHERS GRIMM (2005)

As one of the final releases from the Miramax which belonged to the Weinsteins, The Brothers Grimm unfortunately has to bear the scars caused by them in an outwardly fashion: The film was not only delayed on a few occasions, but along the way, it had a new cinematographer and a lead actress, both personally chosen by the moguls. Director Terry Gilliam (Brazil [1985] / Twelve Monkeys [1995]) has certainly had his battles along the way with numerous studios, so perhaps this was nothing new -- at least this time he was able to finish the film unlike a few years back when his production of "The Man Who Killed Don Quixote" had to be shutdown (remember the excellent 2002 doc Lost in La Mancha?).

The Brothers Grimm is a solid, if a more commercially calculated, effort from Gilliam starring Heath Ledger and Matt Damon as the titular brothers who, in circa 1796, travel from town-to-town duping poor German peasants into believing that theyre what protects them from mystical and demonic creatures. A local general of the Napoleon army (Jonathan Pryce) becomes aware of their shenanigans, and as punishment sends them along with his maniacal Italian officer (Peter Stormare) to a village in order to solve the mystery of a few young girls whove been reported missing.

If that sounds a bit too grim, then fear not. For the most part, the film is a Monty Python-esque adventure -- meaning its inventive, extravagant, and silly, all at once. And, of course, what makes it stand out is Gilliams visual prowess, even though the look at times is less enchanting than disorienting. The screenplay by the ubiquitous Ehren Kruger features some clever folklore gags, but it spends too much time with the Grimms love interest (Lena Headey) and not enough with their ultimate enemy, an evil queen seeking eternal beauty (the ravishingly bewitching Monica Bellucci). Both Pryce and Stormare are seemingly aware of the fact that theyre in a Terry Gilliam film, and so they act accordingly; Ledger is fine with his Brando-esque mumbling (in some Australian/British accent), but he required more support from Damon, whos upstaged by his hairdo.