The Diaries of Vaslav Nijinsky Reviews

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June 25, 2005
May 13, 2005
February 3, 2003
A gift to anyone who loves both dance and cinema
December 24, 2002
.. this unorthodox documentary works for those who have a sensitivity to the artist and to his struggles against such a cold and indifferent world.
November 22, 2002
Certainly no biopic, Nijinsky is short on facts, but long on expression.
November 22, 2002
There is a beautiful, aching sadness to it all. Paul Cox needed to show it. It is up to you to decide if you need to see it.
November 22, 2002
Just the labour involved in creating the layered richness of the imagery in this chiaroscuro of madness and light is astonishing.
November 19, 2002
Though Nijinsky's words grow increasingly disturbed, the film maintains a beguiling serenity and poise that make it accessible for a non-narrative feature.
August 14, 2002
August 2, 2002
Those who are only mildly curious, I fear, will be put to sleep or bewildered by the artsy and often pointless visuals.
August 2, 2002
Has its share of arresting images.
July 26, 2002
Cox is far more concerned with aggrandizing madness, not the man, and the results might drive you crazy.
July 26, 2002
Fans of Nijinsky will savor every minute of Cox's work.
July 26, 2002
Jacobi, the most fluent of actors, is given relatively dry material from Nijinsky's writings to perform, and the visuals, even erotically frank ones, become dullingly repetitive.
July 26, 2002
It is not a mass-market entertainment but an uncompromising attempt by one artist to think about another.
July 25, 2002
Cox offers plenty of glimpses at existing photos, but there are no movies of Nijinsky, so instead the director treats us to an aimless hodgepodge.
July 15, 2002
The film would work much better as a video installation in a museum, where viewers would be free to leave. Immediately.
June 28, 2002
Nijinsky says, 'I know how to suffer' and if you see this film you'll know too.
June 27, 2002
Better at putting you to sleep than a sound machine.
June 25, 2002
Well-nigh unendurable...though the picture strains to become cinematic poetry, it remains depressingly prosaic and dull.
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