Coogan's own impersonation is precise, but the melancholy that finally engulfs Raymond is beyond him.
The Look of Love comes off as an extremely standard biopic that seems to have emerged directly from a template for such films...
| Original Score: 1.5/4
Steve Coogan's fourth collaboration with director Michael Winterbottom is a funny, visually inventive take on Britain's Hugh Hefner.
| Original Score: B plus
Frankly, the guy just isn't very interesting.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
Coogan is adept at playing the cad, but Winterbottom gives him little else to do.
Coogan never comes close to disappearing into the character, leaving the whole movie teetering uneasily between campy naughtiness and empathetic character study.
| Original Score: C
It's a case of "fourth time unlucky" for frequent collaborators Michael Winterbottom and Steve Coogan. Well, "uninspired" might be more accurate.
It's structured around the question, "What went wrong?" but we can guess the answer about five minutes into the film.
| Original Score: 2/4
Groovy period soundtrack aside, "The Look of Love" has almost nothing to say of any interest, importance or humor.
U.K. man builds strip-club empire in tragic, mature biopic.
| Original Score: 3/5
Double-billing comic and tragic tones, the biopic "The Look of Love" follows a father and a daughter over three decades in London's swinging Soho.
Director Michael Winterbottom and screenwriter Matt Greenhalgh provide the essential outline of Raymond's story, but they're a little too preoccupied with its glitzy aspects.
Maybe there was a time when just boobs and money were sufficient to entertain. Not anymore.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
A character study that offers some of Steve Coogan's most interesting work and another testament to Michael Winterbottom's knack for period naturalism.
| Original Score: 3/4
A puzzlingly misconceived biopic: a tasteful, subdued movie about a man who was as tasteless and unsubdued as they come.
The Look of Love is the latest and -- I'm sorry to report -- the least of Coogan and Winterbottom's team-ups.
Coogan turns in a fine dramatic performance in a role that calls for as much actual acting as wisecracking.
[Winterbottom] never really illuminates the man - or helps explain the fixed, intensely probing gaze of that title.
Compelling entertainment, as any biopic about Paul Raymond ought to be.
A keenly observed period piece that keeps a celebrity journalist's distance from its subject.