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
As dull and cumbersome as its title.
[Doherty] twitches, shuffles and croaks his way through every scene in a manner that put me in mind of a hungover crow.
| Original Score: 2/5
Doherty hints at his charisma. But for the time being, he'd be advised to stick to the strumming.
A turgidly oppressive, lifeless film that can't even be recommended to collectors of cinematic oddities.
The result is dusty, drab and dreary.
Few beyond Doherty die-hards are going to need a second viewing.
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.
Under the direction of a film-maker who speaks little English, Doherty and Gainsbourg give flat performances, their speech uninflected, their line readings uncertain.
Pete Doherty tries his absolute best, and in some ways isn't every bit as terrible as you might think.