My favorite 1982 watch or rewatch so far (I'm 17 films into my Top Ten By Year: 1982 watchlist). It’s full of connective tissue, turning motifs and devices, of a very clear literary origin, into cinema. Everything in one scene calls back to or foreshadows something else. Yet it’s a messy film with messy ideas and messy events. Potentially cloying but grounded in something, regarded as matter-of-fact, not merely amused with itself. In this only his third film, Robin Williams is caged here, fit into an everyman box that goes against his nature, a fact that feeds into the peculiar qualities and shakiness of his work. That tug between Williams’s instincts and the character’s sturdy center, between the threat of magical realism and mundane life, between the first scene and the last scene and everything in-between, is what makes Garp and ‘Garp’ grand and ordinary in ways that give spark off each other.