What a huge disappointment this film is. The score is a collision of digital thunderclaps, the cinematography absurd close-ups which give very little sense of the paintings, the narration often relying on an over- use of 'probably' or 'may have' about the painter's life, and the very silly blue-eyed modern day actor representing the anguished artist by wrapping his own head in cellophane or blowing underwater bubbles or smearing himself with tar. It was pretentious a lot of the time, with no movement of the passing minutes away from loud digital horror noises and the hapless experts being overwhelmed and trivialised.
