Heavily stylised and directed with clear vision and intent, it's a stunning and originally-made biography, be it of a man I am unfamiliar with. To think Paul Schrader was following up Cat People with this is like if Akira Kurosawa made Ran after Flashdance. Didn't know he had this in him.
Structurally, while not messy, if anything it's extremely linear (the use of physical sets, colours, etc. really aid the viewer) it's not the concise film one should be watching at 1 a.m., half-awake trying to keep up with subtitles, as such, parts of it were severely lost on me. Even after a quick recap I can't quite make sense of all it. It clearly has something to say about art, life, sexuality, the body
My heart tells me this is great, my brain tells me it has no idea.