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A bravely earnest and gauzy bit of biography.
Beltran, for his part, makes a solidly believable Garcia Lorca. The problem is with the man with whom he's obsessed. In Pattinson's performance, we never see what Garcia Lorca sees in Dali.
Even cinematographer Adam Suschitzky's richly textured and resonantly toned cityscapes and rural scenes can't make up for a flawed script and weak performances in what might have been a powerful historical drama.
What's intended to be a daring look at repressed sexuality, three-ways and all, has the dramatic heft of a true-love comic book.
I think you should go ahead and rent the movie.
A noble effort, that ultimately left me disappointed and unfulfilled.
It feels as though Morrison and Goslett are trying too hard to emulate the work of their subjects.
The drawcard of Robert ''Twilight'' Pattinson as Dali is a mixed blessing for the filmmakers, given how ill-at-ease he is in the role. Javier Beltran, as Garcia Lorca, cast as the heroic centre of the film, cuts a more confident figure.
A snapshot of an insight into the life of Salvador Dali, one of the most complex artists in history and it intensifies rather than satisfies our curiosity about him
A strictly genius guy thing billed as historical fantasy, as this trio of high IQ party animal sexaholics, among them a defanged low testosterone Pattinson as Dali, frolic at a college resembling an antique Animal House.
limps along about as lifelessly as one of Dali's melting clocks
Beltran tries to give this flimsy nonsense some weight, but Brits McNulty and Pattinson's attempts at a Spanish accent are woeful.
It's not even worth it for Robert Pattinson, who is shown in the movie, nearly fully naked, with his privates tucked between his legs, but everything else showing.
A Pretentious Mess of a Bio-pic In the Worst Sense of the Phrase.
The movie commits the error of scanting their cultural importance and fixating on Lorca's semi-requited love for Dali.
Sexual repression claims yet one more victim.
A dry, dull retelling of a typical gay coming-of-age tale that's invigorated by neither the period backdrop nor the fact that the characters were real people.
The movie, with its badly painted backdrops, its stiff acting and its complete lack of dramatic momentum, is embarrassing to watch.
Little Ashes is stylish enough to beguile and bold enough to provoke, but it's not bright enough to illuminate.
While it eventually improves, the first quarter-hour of Paul Morrison's drama about the youthful exploits of Spanish artists Salvador Dali, Frederico Garcia Lorca and Luis Bunuel is cringe-worthy.
An intriguing and muddled relationship between three brilliant artists is downgraded into a tedious and lurid art-world soap opera full of convoluted love triangles.
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