Herman de Vos’s review:
I have this silly, pretentious intention of making a film within the next ten years. All right, laugh and grow fat, ugly followers! Here's the plan: I invite C. Firth to play the lead. No matter how hard I try to ruin my project, this film will be a great succes.
Jesus, what a brilliant actor.
But how flowery can a film be? I sometimes had the feeling I was riffling through a very hip, gay-ish magazine. Or watching a series of expensive perfume-commercials.
And that annoying cliché of putting off the spectacles at the end of the film. Why in this film? One-star-penalty!