what a stinker! i went to see this new movie with the best intentions. what could go wrong? it was an austrian-british co-production about an artist i like who painted sexy pictures, and it starred john malkovitch.
well, everything went wrong. perhaps the director thought that in portraying an artist who defied conventions, it is a good idea to defy cineastic conventions. so there is no real storytelling, there are no opening shots, and the sound is clinical horror of over-synchronised voices with ever-dominant emotive music. however, instead of replacing conventions with the bold and new, the director uses theatrical clichés -- a shot of blood&sex here, broken glass there, some fistfights and some insanity, and an overdose of flashbacks.
and there is talk, so much talk!, and the talk is boring. is art truth? should art be new? must the artist be insane? the topics are ok but there is nothing original to be found here, nothing witty or even mildly humorous. if you know an odious person who likes to speak through his nose about how Art is Good and Society is Bad: he may well enjoy this movie. but i found it as annoying as hell.
klimt
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