| Original Score: 2/5
Stunt casting has sunk this one, and Doherty should either shelve any remaining acting ambition, or invest some of his drug money in a lesson or two.
| Original Score: 1/5
Under the direction of a film-maker who speaks little English, Doherty and Gainsbourg give flat performances, their speech uninflected, their line readings uncertain.
As dull and cumbersome as its title.
A turgidly oppressive, lifeless film that can't even be recommended to collectors of cinematic oddities.
Few beyond Doherty die-hards are going to need a second viewing.
Pete Doherty tries his absolute best, and in some ways isn't every bit as terrible as you might think.
[Doherty] twitches, shuffles and croaks his way through every scene in a manner that put me in mind of a hungover crow.
The result is dusty, drab and dreary.
Doherty hints at his charisma. But for the time being, he'd be advised to stick to the strumming.
The role of a beautiful and damned 19th century libertine sounds like a perfect fit for disheveled English rock poet Pete Doherty, but then there's the little matter of being able to act.