I really wanted to enjoy another film about exceptional artists but this one left me cold. Jeremy Irons made love to an ironing board for two hours. The art was never depicted well. She was not shown painting or covered with paint or discovering new worlds of shaping her artistic destiny.
I'm not really sure what this movie was about. It didn't succeed as a love story or an artists' biography, but where it did succeed was in offering a commentary on the mores and morals of the time. The characters were flat, Joan Allen (I'm sorry wonderful actress that you are) sleepwalked through the performance leaving poor Mr. Irons to provide at least enough heat to make yogurt.
I'm not really sure what this movie was about. It didn't succeed as a love story or an artists' biography, but where it did succeed was in offering a commentary on the mores and morals of the time. The characters were flat, Joan Allen (I'm sorry wonderful actress that you are) sleepwalked through the performance leaving poor Mr. Irons to provide at least enough heat to make yogurt.