Uck.
What was this movie trying to say?
I could glean very little theme to it, other than just reveling in being an aimless mosey through JMB's rise to fame.
The characters personalities were so shallowly explored that the sorrowful moments, accompanied by overused blurring montages and jaunty music, failed to evoke any emotion whatsoever.
And the director consistently resorted to lame cliches. -Look! Basquiat is walking down the street in a drug-induced daze, and golly! he catches a glimpse of a small child skipping past who resembles him as a child! -
Wow. Deep!
The only interesting part was Bowie's wispy portrayal of Warhol, but even he couldn't breathe life into this limp cinematic attempt.
I want my hour and forty-six minutes back!
What was this movie trying to say?
I could glean very little theme to it, other than just reveling in being an aimless mosey through JMB's rise to fame.
The characters personalities were so shallowly explored that the sorrowful moments, accompanied by overused blurring montages and jaunty music, failed to evoke any emotion whatsoever.
And the director consistently resorted to lame cliches. -Look! Basquiat is walking down the street in a drug-induced daze, and golly! he catches a glimpse of a small child skipping past who resembles him as a child! -
Wow. Deep!
The only interesting part was Bowie's wispy portrayal of Warhol, but even he couldn't breathe life into this limp cinematic attempt.
I want my hour and forty-six minutes back!
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