Terry Gilliam's bag of tricks is very much on display here — anarchic, visually inventive, stuffed with Python-adjacent sketch energy, and delighted by its own chaos. The time-travelling vignettes work better as individiual gags than as a cohesive story, and the whole thing overstays its welcome by at least twenty minutes.
The real pleasures are on the margins, mind. Ian Holm's Napoleon — petty, vain, obsessed with short men — is a beautifully silly comic turn. Katherine Helmond adn Shelley Duvall float through their scenes with effortless weirdness. It's a shame young Kevin is so hard to root for.
Still, Time Bandits has genuine wit and visual imagination to spare, and when it lands, it really lands. More a grab-bag of brilliant moments than a film, though, — which is either the point, or the problem.