Modigliani doesn’t suck per se, but it could have been — should have been — so much better.
1. It’s thirty minutes too long and the director needs to chill with the moving camera.
2. Andy Garcia (the poor man’s young Pacino) was much less awful than I expected, but he can’t carry a movie on his own which is not great when he’s got the main role.
3. There is way, way, way too little of Peter Capaldi as Jean Cocteau, the most perfect casting ever.
1. Peter Capaldi as Jean Cocteau.
2. Omid Djalili as Pablo Picasso.
3. Udo Keir as Max Jacob*
Plot of film: Doomed artist, doomed love, last year of his life, no one appreciates his art, tragedy, tragedy, etc. Fine whatever. The problem is, watching Modi (as he was called) crash about being all doomed gets pretty boring when you know Picasso and his posse (i.e. Cocteau and Jacob) are holding court in the cafe or swanning about awesome parties and just generally being fabulous artistic geniuses and you want the camera to be pointed at them.
It’s not that Modi isn’t an artistic genius in his own right — because he totally is — but given the choice between watching Cocteau’s hair or watching a sweaty drunken dope fiend, I know which one I want to spend time with. Unfortunately, the writer/director doesn’t agree with my priorities and so we’re left with the movie we got, instead of the movie we could have had.
On the other hand though, at least there is NO FUCKING HITLER!
*I have a rule that any movie with Udo Keir is better than any movie without Udo Keir.**
**Except for Breaking the Waves which is the work of the devil.
watched it last night. the above is pretty much spot on. though personally I didn’t notice the issues with the camera.
btw, after seeing Peter in the kimono (which is probably called something else if a guy wears it but you get me) I really really want the Doctor to travel to Japan & parade around in this. now I love his Doc costume but more Peter in kimono would make my life! ;)
and I should also point out this film features the Greatest Hair of Peter’s “later” career. I feel like I should thank Cocteau or something.