I was transfixed by this movie. You can say if you want that it is a film which lasts 2 and a half hours in which nothing happens. But, on the other hand, every frame is conceived as a sort of Turner painting. The result is breathtakingly beautiful, I have never enjoyed a movie more. The film starts in 1825 or so and shows the last 25 years of Turners life, so he is already an established artist when the film begins.
The film shows incidents in the artist's life. One or two are superfluous like the scene where the Queen and Prince Albert are looking at paintings, including Turner's at the Royal Academy. This should have been left on the cutting room floor as it adds nothing to the film. There is also a minor goof when Turner is woken by his housekeeper having slept in his clothes and it looks like his shirt was freshly pressed that morning.
But, a couple of minor goofs aside, this is the most visually beautiful film I have ever seen. I was in tears at the end and screen deaths don't normally affect me at all.
The film shows incidents in the artist's life. One or two are superfluous like the scene where the Queen and Prince Albert are looking at paintings, including Turner's at the Royal Academy. This should have been left on the cutting room floor as it adds nothing to the film. There is also a minor goof when Turner is woken by his housekeeper having slept in his clothes and it looks like his shirt was freshly pressed that morning.
But, a couple of minor goofs aside, this is the most visually beautiful film I have ever seen. I was in tears at the end and screen deaths don't normally affect me at all.