No one less than James Ivory directing, Anthony Hopkins starring, featuring the wonderful Joan Plowright, and also young Julianne Moore and Dominic West.
The film tells the story of Françoise Gilot, one of the few women who survived unscathed after going through a relationship with Pablo Picasso. He the genius, also a sociopath, one of the most interesting characters of the 20th century, who lived through some of the most eventful times in history. What could possibly go wrong?
But the film is clumsy,
banal, the dialogue at times so bad it
sounds like improv or a bad soap opera.
It may be true to the events, but while making a film about a man who produced works of art they forgot to make a work of art themselves. The result is bureaucratic, with a Lifetime Channel feel. Truly sad.