Terribly boring. As a historical document, I guess I’m glad it exists? Perhaps you have to be a die hard Hockney person to truly enjoy?
A perfect storm of shortcomings: a hastily-coronated twink lead cast to pump foreign sales numbers, a cash-rich financier trying to buy relevance, and the very difficult-to-marry source material of two novels by different authors describing the same period of time and events.
The result is a Potemkin film; A car without an engine; a heart without blood.
Chalamet’s impression of a brooding sexy addict is ill-informed, immature, and embarrassing at times.
Could have done with about ten more drafts on the script, or perhaps better to have left as two novels with the movie un-made.
Half star for the sound editor.