As hit-or-miss as any free-reign omnibus project. With maybe a little more miss. 5 for Julien Temple’s Rigoletto, 4 for Jarman’s moving, oneiric Dupuis Le Jour. And I won’t pretend there wasn’t some charm in the atmospheric excesses of Robert Altman’s rabble cum Edwardian Garbage Pail Kids, or in the glittery neon tropes of Roddam’s Tristan und Isolde. The rest fell between dull & questionable, and most picked sides.
Five stars for the Jarman, Altman, and (what the hell) Godard, whose segment is even by his standards abrasive and off the wall. The Jarman is some of the most transcendent cinema I've seen, it was overwhelming to experience it in the theatre despite the largely crummy context preceding it (the rest of the segments are pretty dire on the whole).
Very variable rag-bag of short films that just about stand on their own, but barely exist as a coherent whole, despite a weak attempt at a linking theme with John Hurt's Pagliacci-esque character. Russell hits the nail on the head, Sturridge flounders in stodge. The rest fit in somewhere between the two.