...in a special sense. who do not be defined by words. because it is a puzzle of emotions. for me, it is more a film or a great experience. it is a precious gift. from Vincent van Gogh , because, in his memory, my father gives to me the name , for the hard and almost crazy work of admirable people to recreate a life, a style, a world, people from portraits and the air of a period. it is one films like a cure. because, at each new view, it is different. a story about the truth. a letter and the son of a good friend. words and researches and ways and few scenes full of magic realism. all does "Loving Vincent" not a film about van Gogh but a film about yourself. and not the applauses or the Oscar are the fair thanks for a huge, hard, impressive, moving, touching, almost irrational work. but only the tears. and the smile. and the return to his paintings. and the rhytm of a life. as part. of yours.
it is a real , precious masterpiece. and you do not know/define why. because, maybe, it is the story of the Artist and people around him.and it is enough. for see it. again.