Aside from the performances, it's a depraved, lurid flick about a depraved, lurid man and all the depraved, lurid things his stories inspire others to do.
| Original Score: D+
As biography and black comedy, Quills comes up short.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
| Original Score: C
| Original Score: 67/100
The film failed because it was too dull to be entertaining and it didn't have anything startling to say about a startling subject.
| Original Score: C-
This is soft-gore porn, obvious in its strategies, witless in the play of its ideas, absurdist only in its pretense to seriousness.
| Original Score: 1.5/5
I'm inclined to agree with my colleague Michael Musto, who suggested that the reason various characters have their tongues ripped out is to prevent the actors from chewing away the scenery.
Shrill, pretentious, sophomoric and often just plain dumb.
| Original Score: D-
| Original Score: 2/4
It skewers its manufactured hypocrites decisively but unconvincingly, like fish in a barrel.
| Original Score: C+
I'm glad I saw it, but I wish I could unsee it somehow.
| Original Score: 3.5
However stylish and intelligently-crafted as it might be, Quills ultimately proves too blunt an instrument to be either very
The dramatic case is too settled, the narrative trajectory too smug, the view of the transgressive artist too naive.
Too violent and sexually frank for art-house audiences and too wordy for thrill-seekers.
What begins promisingly ... quickly turns from wicked to insipid, taking a thematic plunge into insanity from which there is no recovery.
An oddly tamed and sanitized version of de Sade.
Feels like a Masterpiece Theater spoof.