Dark and intense, this is one of the best bio-films to incorporate the artist's processo into the diegesis: it's non stop chaos through 90 minutes. Maybury has a point of view as a storyteller - he wants us to dig deep together and the journey ends up to be as poetic as tragic - so beautiful because of its pain. This is bio-cinema with a touch of video art. I dig it.
There are several scenes that distort the characters, leaving them half out of focus and giving off a general sense of grotesqueness. These scenes recall many of Bacon's paintings, and make the film very onteresting visually. The experimentalism of the film pays off and we end with a very personal and at times tender portrayal of the characters.
For my money, this is the most exquisite and moving queer film out there since Jean Genet's "Un Chant d'Amor" — it's something like the best gay arthouse flick that David Lynch or Peter Greenaway never made.
A claustrophobic, tightly wound film about a bitter, mean-spirited relationship. The montage of shots is well edited and well paced, which keeps the audience from getting too tired of some of the Bacon-esque camera lens attempts. Jacobi is excellent. Craig's role lacks some dimension of action, but possibly this is due to seeing Craig as Bond. It's a change to see him play a one-note sad sack.