I can't remember at the moment who said (or wrote) that a director, when he ceases to be an artist, becomes a photographer, but this movie amply proves it. Gorgeous to look at, it's nothing but a moving Playboy centerfold; no real sexuality, just empty echoes of it. The only good thing about it is the choice of both leading actors - they are just as plastic as they were obviously supposed to be.
There is one real drama here - the tragedy of Kubrick the old man. I don't think it would be hard to explain and analyze it, but I am not going to try; I respect Kubrick far too much for all the great movies that kept inspiring me through many a decade. This one only made me sad.
There is one real drama here - the tragedy of Kubrick the old man. I don't think it would be hard to explain and analyze it, but I am not going to try; I respect Kubrick far too much for all the great movies that kept inspiring me through many a decade. This one only made me sad.
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