Fails to capture the heart of Wilde's novel, impeded by the wish to appeal to the society of the spectacle, and as a result, derailing the nuance of the original. Shame, as elements within this adaptation showed promise.
Oscar Wilde è stato condannato due volte: la prima da vivo ai lavori forzati, la seconda da morto ad essere riadattato da un mediocre come Oliver Parker, che si è arrogato il diritto di filmare l'intera opera e non so chi glielo ha concesso. Fortuna che Wilde era uomo intelligente... Un film deludente.
Colossal, infuriating misfire that misinterprets Wilde's book. The first hour is played as Dickens. The casting: a disaster. Firth’s Wotton is a low energy, fun-sucking misery; Sybil Vane, a nice middle class girl; Dorian, a plain, charmless thing. The second half's debauchery gives it a lift but the plot is lost. Rich, glossy cinematography & ravishing set design can’t carry this de-queered, dismal adaptation
so you take a good story and somehow mess it up. properly. to the point that you just keep looking at the bottom of the screen mentally urging the film to end faster.
and ben barnes' wooden acting just adds to misery of it all.
If the movie wasn't an adaptation of one of the best english novels, I said it would be ok... but that's not the case. Literally, they smash the novel. I must recognize the setting of the Victorian London it's ok but the rest it's completely forgettable. I found the film entertaining at least and some actors like Fiona Shaw, Rachel Hurd-Wood and Colin Firth are ok.
An atmospheric, yet confusing adaptation of Wilde’s novel. Barnes is certainly beautiful enough for the role of Gray, but his is a confusing performance. Firth shows up and steal the scene by just being there, and the ever-lovely Rebecca Hall makes an appearance. Only Ben Chaplin seems entirely out of place as Basil.