1. Jarman and Greenaway had a convergence of styles. 2. You can play a tune on a carrot. 3.Tilda. 4. It was definitely not too much about the sexuality. 5. It is not enough to be right, one must also be petulant about it.
Much like Jarman's other anachronistic biopics and adaptations (Caravaggio, The Tempest...), just... not as good. Still all the charm, style, subversion, delight... And anyway, they can't all be brilliant.
I loved the emphasis of each character's colors against the black background. In contrast, the title character Wittegenstein is always suited in drab, muted garb while his ideas, as he, frustrated, stumbles to convey their nuances to his peers, are a brilliant spectrum of color. The style is certainly memorable in a way that allows the mind to relate factual information to the somewhat odd presentation of the fact.