KLIMT

KLIMT... IF ONLY THE FILM WAS AS PRETTY AS HIS ART

What a total waste of time and money. Perhaps there is some huge subliminal message in this film, but if so, I totally missed it. John Malkovich doesn't even try to "be" Klimt. I don't even think he is acting; perhaps sleepwalking through the movie. So we are back in Vienna circa 1900 and that's as far as it gets. Nothing else makes sense in this movie. It's like a David Lynch movie on acid, aside from the lack of little people. There is a surreal feel throughout the movie that made me wonder if something was slipped into my drink. This film does not give any kind of actual information about him, only images and suggestion; kind of like a long Calvin Klein commercial.
Not a pick: Terrible, horrible movie; spend your time looking at his art instead.