The whole dream-like effect the film strives for is undermined by the poor acting.
Klimt (2006)
Rated: 15
Runtime: 1 hr 37 mins
Theatrical Release: 01-06-2007
Synopsis: Popular Austrian painter Gustav Klimt is portrayed by John Malkovich in this dramatic biopic by director Raoul Ruiz. Popular Austrian painter Gustav Klimt is portrayed by John Malkovich in this dramatic biopic by director Raoul Ruiz. [More]
Genre: Dramas
Starring: John Malkovich, Veronica Ferres, Saffron Burrows, Stephen Dillane, Paul Hilton
DVD Info
Release:
Aug 1, 2008
DVD Features:
- Keep Case
- Anamorphic Widescreen - 1.78
Audio:
- Dolby Digital 5.1 Surround - English, French, German
- Subtitles - English
Additional Release Material:
- Featurette - Making Of
- Trailer - Original Theatrical Trailer
Reviews
Saffron Burrows is a stand-out as a provocative actress (and very possibly her mischievous lookalike), but it's not enough to make the muddled plot engaging, or fit for comparison with Klimt's stunning work.
A beautifully designed but ponderously executed attempt to summon up the spirit of the Austrian fin-de-siècle painter.
It’s not unintriguing, but without anything resembling a dramatic progression, the going soon gets stodgy.
Imagining an artist’s life as little more than a series of portentous set pieces, [director] Ruiz, who also wrote the script, has made a film that is neither portrait nor allegory but empty ornamentalism.
Raoul Ruiz's absurdly overwrought phantasmagoria tries to recast the notorious Viennese artist's life as a kind of Divine Comedy: Inferno.
The film, however provocative and full of eye candy, is really for hardcore art-house fans only.
John Malkovich has virtually cornered the market on portraying aesthetes in the thrall of demonic visions. Klimt adds to his gallery of elegant monsters.
A good bio of any historical character has to have a compelling story, whether evil or good. Klimt appears to have had that story. I sure would have liked to know what it was.
Ruiz is terrific in evoking a heady atmosphere of ornate fin de siecle decadence, and Malkovich is ideally cast as a coolly intellectual, free-thinking, free-living aesthete...
Klimt is obviously not a dumb film, but it is one big ol' fruitcake of a movie.
Fact, fiction and chronology are juggled and blurred with such abandon that piecing it all together is bound to be a fruitless and frustrating effort.
Ruiz is so intent on harnessing the painter to his own -- here, rather arid -- relativism that he never manages to convey the unfettered eros that brings crowds flocking to exhibitions of Klimt’s work, even as critics hold their noses.
Klimt comes across as a lovely but unfathomable object, and an inadvertent case study in the argument for the ultimate integrity of Klimt's art.
In the end, all the effort adds up to naught, except a hunger for the salient details the movie missed.
Whatever its flaws may be (and, frankly, they are legion), Raoul Ruiz's latest film is a biopic that mixes and matches visual and narrative styles boldly, wildly, madly enough to invigorate the genre, but not enough to save the movie.
An almost unbearable collection of monologues with no regard for substantive or involving dialogue, the film sheds little or no light on the genius behind some extraordinary artwork.


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