The paintings, the work is divine, but this felt like self absorbed gluttony. Drinking your own koolaide is never a flattering sight. Name drops, stories of intellectual superiority, the "madness" of an artist contrived to bolster his work without need.
I wish this wasn't filmed entirely with John's POV. Who makes a movie about themselves, when the work should speak for itself? Amazing artist, who somehow manages to overshadow his brilliant work with his own ego. A trait not uncommon with artists, but watching this self absorbtion diminishes his wonderful art.
I wish this wasn't filmed entirely with John's POV. Who makes a movie about themselves, when the work should speak for itself? Amazing artist, who somehow manages to overshadow his brilliant work with his own ego. A trait not uncommon with artists, but watching this self absorbtion diminishes his wonderful art.