An ostensible fairy tale of the creative life in London that tries too hard to be eccentric, while also trying too hard to be grounded and realistic. This is one of those idiosyncrasies that you really can’t have both ways.
Thinks it’s hitting notes of subconscious dread, but it’s just swinging a sledgehammer of tropes and hoping one of them sticks. (Spoiler: None do.)
Almost entirely ignores the amazing aspect of this true story that makes it worth telling, and even the very good performances point us in another direction than the intended one.
I love it when a film that is “supposed” to be all stuffy and classic turns out to be this electric and alive…
Why does Dakota Fanning get to really live onscreen here in a way that Teh Movies don’t usually allow girls to do? Because she’s dying.