As we listened to Minnesota Public Radio classical music station they mentioned that the University Film board was showing a movie on the life of the famous ballet dancer Vaslav Nijinsky. So my wife and I went intending to learn more about the music and dance of the early 20th century.
What we got, was endless drivelings of a madman, and I'm not talking about Nijinsky. If this is an art film, where's the art? We learn nothing about Nijinsky's life or impact on the dance or music scene in the early 20th century. We find out more about his sexual life than I needed to know, and nothing about his artistic life or contributions or professional collaborations.
The endless repetition of a crane flying overhead, and of foamy mountain streams is way overdone and in the end is a frustrating waste of film and time.
What we got, was endless drivelings of a madman, and I'm not talking about Nijinsky. If this is an art film, where's the art? We learn nothing about Nijinsky's life or impact on the dance or music scene in the early 20th century. We find out more about his sexual life than I needed to know, and nothing about his artistic life or contributions or professional collaborations.
The endless repetition of a crane flying overhead, and of foamy mountain streams is way overdone and in the end is a frustrating waste of film and time.