After its end, I was real confuse. About message, about status of hommage, about moral lesson. Sure, it could be defined as good job for technical side. Off course, it is a nice meet with pieces from films about this sort of eroticism. Not the last, sexual fantaisies and blasphemies are not so rare in cinematography. But James Franco fights in too many senses. And the end is awfull. The film is only an exercise of skills of a young director. Aestheticism, bullying as generous pretext, crumbs of Gericauld and the film is a decent one. At the first sigh. But, after its end, only the short duration represents an authentical virtue.
Review of The Feast of Stephen
