Colossal, infuriating misfire, confusing the point of the book. The first hour is played as Dickens. The casting is 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 provides a lift but the plot is sacrificed. Rich, glossy cinematography & ravishing set design can’t carry this de-queered, dismal adaptation
Parker's adaptation of the classic Oscar Wilde novel gets lost in debauchery and lack of vision. Perched somewhere between hammer horror, Peter Greenawayesque debauchery and historical tome yet failing at each. Barnes miscast here; sure he's pretty but lacks the seductiveness and irresistability needed to pull it off. Rest of cast wasted. Choice to bring animation and sound to portrait a ludicrous one. A miss.