as a fan of Pialat I was expecting great things, and yes, this is a wonderful portrait of an artist, full of space for interpretation, not vulgar in any sense (I believe most biographical films about artists long gone are vulgar, because they shape a stereotype, while Pialat manages to avoid that). however, I have to admit that it felt as if something crucial was missing, some cinematic magic. 3,5
One of the greatest films I have ever seen. Probably Pialat's best (and Pialat is an unreconstituted God). So much to savor. I am especially struck by the seamless unified mastery of what is in fact the work of three different cinematographers. Pialat is the only rival to Cassavetes in representing the complicated dynamic mess we all are. If Joan of Arc is my quintessential screen woman, Dutonc's Van Gogh is my man.
Lots to love here - the relationship with the brother and his wife is strong; the discussion of art is intelligent; and Pialat's modulation of emotions in script and actors' performances within a scene is particularly masterful. Oddly the relationship with Marguerite holds the film together well, despite there being no real evidence for it; slightly questionable biopic practice, but ah well... More Pialat please!