As with a lot of Soderbergh lately; its alright. Everything is professionally executed, from the cinematography, to the acting to the sets and so on. Still the whole feels sterile and relatively lifeless. There's no sense that Soderbergh was able to find more than the tawdry and sensational with only the shallowest shades of complexity. It's hard to believe that this was all there was to Liberace and Thorson.
Regardless of the intermittent creepiness of the masterful performances (especially from Douglas, Damon and especially Lowe), Behind the Candelabra is captivating. The direction and set design are superb and the last act felt like a gay and gaudy corresponding act of Boogie Nights. This seriously should've been a theatrical release.
Soderbergh is really hit or miss for me. However I really liked this one a lot. Incredible performances, especially Douglas who seemed so completely immersed in the role. Liberace was definitely an odd and fascinating man. The last third isn't as engaging as the first two but this is made up for by the fact that the ending scene is so incredibly moving. Overall I'd say it was a very good movie with some great acting.
Damon and Douglas totally nailed it at their performances, though I felt a lack of chemistry between both. Rob Lowe gave his best acting since... forever. Liberace's life feels like an entertaining rollercoaster, but some truly dramatic moments would have been nice.
When I first heard Michael Douglas was going to play Liberace and Matt Damon is lover, I was highly skeptical. Thankfully I was proved wrong! Great performances all around. Also, Rob Lowe's face was awesome.
Soderbergh has crafted a highly entertaining, engaging and fearlessly black comedy here. Douglas steals the show, Damon is superb and Rob Lowe is perfectly cast as their plastic surgeon. Candelabra feels a like a cross between Boogie Nights and Autofocus while also serving as the perfect vehicle for Soderberg to communicate his feelings about show-business. I don't think it will be his last film. 4 stars
Thin, TV movie of the week level drama (the AIDS epidemic is actually announced via a cut to a headline screaming about Rock Hudson) partially redeemed by some fine performances. Everybody deserved better. It never quite gets beyond "Ewwwww, Faggots!" level.