There is an inherent worthiness about serious biopics of artists of any sort; as if any criticism of them will identify you as a fool. There is also a proverbial problem that these pictures have in dealing with 'genius'. In general genius manifests itself as a sort of disorder. Here that disorder is both psychological and physical. DuPre was blessed with her ability and thus cursed with mental illness and M.S. The movie makers are spared the difficulty of dealing with the roots of her art, they simply point to the perceived price paid and that must serve as insight.
That said, this picture works well most of the time. I agree with those who have pointed out that the time scheme is unclear. I was amazed when, we were told it was 1987. I was convinced we were still in the era of bell bottoms and fondue, when Michael Fish (well known British Weatherman) turned up to plant us in the 1987 hurricane. Most credit goes to Rachel Griffiths, who deserves an Oscar - and just might get one.
That said, this picture works well most of the time. I agree with those who have pointed out that the time scheme is unclear. I was amazed when, we were told it was 1987. I was convinced we were still in the era of bell bottoms and fondue, when Michael Fish (well known British Weatherman) turned up to plant us in the 1987 hurricane. Most credit goes to Rachel Griffiths, who deserves an Oscar - and just might get one.