Van Gogh - Movie Reviews - Rotten Tomatoes

Van Gogh Reviews

Page 1 of 2
June 24, 2014
Van Gogh is about the psychological torment that the artist had gone through during the last days of his life that had ultimately made him to kill himself. His bohemian lifestyle and obsessive drinking habits along with his promiscuous affairs have all weighed a heavy burden on his conscience, this maybe partly attributed to the fact that he was disappointed that the artistic community was ignoring his greatness and not seeing him as they should have seen him.

Van gogh goes to the country and in order to have a change of air , the movie slowly reveals his character and his mental disposition throughout the first half an hour with a certain tedious pace but it effective nonetheless. Dutronc plays the artist as a burned out but ever searching person - someone who need bouts of inspiration and doesn't how to get it and when he'll get it .

The film never focuses anything on his artistic merits, infact all the pieces are given a backseat and there are no lengthy discussion on the aesthetics on painting except for a few sequences which are never given major importance. The film instead focuses on his relationship with the people who he knew for the last few days of his life- Dr. Gachet, his daughter, the mistresses, his brother Theo and his wife, and a lot of time on Gachet's daughter whose romantic involvement with him is a main centre story.

Van gogh is tormented, although his proficiency and his creative abilities are never diminished, the appreciation that his art should receive is never conveyed by anyone. Everyone around him is either ambivalent or critical. This leads him into depression and contemplation of suicide, but every single time his art becomes the only thing that saves him.

The film takes a lot of time off in showing the bohemian aspects of an artists career - the waltzes, the alcohol and cigarettes, the women and the merry mood that he enjoys. The love and romance he enjoys, the jealousy of other artists, in fact the film itself portrays van gogh as a human being whose artistic talent and lifestyle all becomes to much for him to take. His repressed emotions takes over him and goes on furious bursts of anger against his brother and the people he cares about and sometimes he's apathetic.

He descends into places where he cannot return and descends into hopelessness, thought this is not conspicuously portrayed in screen. The final moments of thie film about the life an artists is a bleak one where Van gogh accepts his fate, and insists that he dies. This is the story of an artist whose profession drove him to tortured despair in spite of his greatness, the final moments are just bleak but very natural, with life progressing on without his presence but where he is never forgotten.
June 25, 2013
The greatest and most honest portrait of the great painter Van Gogh. The leisurely pace adds to the realism and Pialat makes his famous subject very human and contemplative. The film is tender, honest and profound in the best and most subtle way.
March 15, 2013
A HYMN TO PERSISTANCE FOR ART
Cameron W. Johnson
Super Reviewer
March 9, 2013
Now, I'm not saying that European artists are kind of crazy, but Hitler was known to paint from time to time, and while that isn't to say that Vincent van Gogh was as crazy as Hitler, it is to say that he has mutilated himself for some girl he had a crush on, and that's all that needs to be said. Well, I don't know about any other kind of European artist, but the French appear to be insane when it comes to the art filmmaking, what with all of their weird and melodramatic experiments with storytelling, which is why this film's writer and director, Maurice Pialat, is trying something different by keeping things realist and, by extension, kind of dull. No, people, this film isn't really all that bland, or at least it isn't up until an admittedly kind of dull final act, and not just because you can't help but wonder just how slow the final product would have been if it was yet another overly arty French filmmaking mess, but the fact of the matter is that real life isn't too terribly exciting, even when the real life you're meditating upon is that of a somewhat disturbed... Dutch painter of the 19th century. Well, shoot, now that I think about it, this film's subject matter doesn't even sound all that exciting on paper, so I reckon that's why Pialat got Jacques Dutronc, a French pop-rock star, to play van Gogh, as he hoped that Dutronc would get people to think of delightful French diddies to keep them from getting too bored, which would be great and all if it wasn't for the fact that I kept expecting van Gogh to bust out an acoustic guitar and start singing "Et Moi, Et Moi, Et Moi". I wonder whose facial expression is the most hilarious: that of the few people who think that I'm serious about expecting a van Gogh musical number, or that of the countless people who have absolutely no idea who in the world I'm talking about. So yeah, Dutronc was essentially the French Bob Dylan, and then he moved into being the French Syd Barrett-era Pink Floyd, then your regular old traditional French pop-rock star, then a French crooner, then, I don't know, the prime minister of France or something, and now, well, I don't know what he's up to. Quite frankly, I don't carry, just as long as he's still a good actor, because he sure could carry a film as sure as he can carry a note, and yet, with that said, it's not like this film can fully paint over its problems.

Don't let this film's fairly broad title fool you, as this film chronicles, not the full life and times of the late, great Vincent van Go, but the painter's notorious last 67 days, during which an enging story is found, though, in this film, not quite as fleshed out as it probably should be, for although we're all hopefully aware of Vincent van Gogh, and although I'm not asking that this film crowbar more material into its already overlong two-and-a-half-hour runtime to give more flesh-out to our characters, the film feels underdeveloped. Sure, eventual exposition does a decent job of getting you used to the happenings and humans who drive this drama, while Maurice Pialat's realist atmosphere further bonds you with the film's humanity, but more immediate flesh-out stands to be more abundant, because as things stand, development shortcomings in this film do damage to engagement value, which further suffers at the hands of the very realist approach that helps in compensating for exposition issues. There's only so much dramatic kick to this dramatization of a dramatic period (Drama, drama, drama and more drama), as Pialat wishes to not water down subjet matter of this type with histrionics and articifial emotional resonance, and more often than not this dramatic formula works, but it's not without its problems, including an atmosphere that isn't as dry as I feared, - thanks to reasonably spirited writing and acting keeping entertainment value up, at least to a certain extent - but not exactly frantic, being just restrained enough to, after a while, lose you, at least momentarily. If this film's atmospheric slow spells do nothing else, they call more to attention the film's biggest issue: padding, because at 158 minutes of only one segment out of a story that is undoubtedly rich with dramatic potential, this film outstays its welcome a bit, reinforcing realism with the occasional needless moment of nothingness, if not more than a few moments in which material gets to be a bit too fatty around the edges, typically of a somewhat familiar nature. It's not monotonous, but this film's excessive formula gets to be repetitious, leaving the film to wander along, seemingly in circles, with enough intrigue to keep you compelled through and through, though not with enough dynamic kick to keep you really locked in. This film is a very human one, and I commend it for having such humanity, and spicing it all up with an active attention to genuineness over melodrama, but much too often, this film's realist meandering goes a bit too far, slowing down the momentum of the film, both in atmospheric pacing and plot structure, but still not taking as much time as it probably should to really flesh things out, and that does a number on the final product. Of course, when it's all said and done, the film's issues, while undeniable, aren't quite as considerable as they could have been, so it's not like you should go into this film expecting the usual underwhelming misfire you can find on a list of Cannes Film Festival highlights, but rather, a genuinely rewarding film, with effectiveness than can be found even within the smallest of aspects.

Actively resistent against overly cinematic sensibilities, this film very rarely plays up musiciality, which, upon actually coming up, outside of a nice little jingle at the credits, is found, not in post-production, but in first-party audio, something that is, as you can imagine, rarely accompanied by the piano and occasional band that drive what musical aspects there are in this film, so it's not like this film is driven by its soundtrack, but when music is, in fact, played up, it makes its limited time with us count by livening up atmosphere, though not so much so that Pialat contradicts his noable realist intentions. These musical moments, as well as all too limited occasions in which cinematographers Gilles Henry and Emmanuel Machuel find an attractive visual to play up, are rather rarely explored in this opus whose artistic value is most driven by storytelling artistry, but they are here, punching up the engagement value behind a story that is strong enough to carry itself on its own, as reflected by the fact that it, well, mostly has to carry itself on its own. There's not a whole lot of build-up to this particularly intriguing final chapter to an intriguing life, yet that doesn't stop the chapter in question for running a touch too long, but no matter how underdeveloped or overlong this film's story is, it is intriguing on paper, alone, with plenty of dramatic potential that isn't too extensively played up, but played up just enough within Maurice Pialat's clever script for you to gain an adequate understanding of this film's characterization and progression. Pialat's writing isn't outstanding, but it is commendable in its wit and realism, which helps in bringing the intriguing behind this film's worthy subject matter to life, and is itself brought to life by inspiration with Pialat's direction, whose restraint all too often does damage to pacing and atmospheric bite, but all but works wonders when heavier material falls into play and is not overplayed, but rather presented with enough inimtate genuineness for you to bond with the film's happenings and dramatic aspects, no matter how realistically restrained they are. No, people, the film won't exactly be jamming on your heartstrings, as this is not that kind of film that would play up cinematic dramatic touches, going driven by a very realist genuineness that could have been executed all wrong and left you utterly distanced from the final product, but is ultimately backed by enough inspiration for you to be sold on this world. What further sells you on the humanity behind this very human drama is, of course, the acting, which is strong in most everyone, but arguably at its strongest within leading man Jacques Dutronc, who, even then, isn't given a whole lot to work with, thanks to this film's being relatively held back in its portrayal of Vincent van Gogh's infamous mental and emotional health issues, but convinces consistently as the legendary artist, and when material is, in fact, called in, Dutronc plays with effective emotional range to further convince you of the layers and depths behind this brilliant and unstable soul. The film isn't thoroughly enthralling, nor is it even as powerful as it probably would have been if it was tighter, more fleshed out and - dare I say it? - more celebratory of dramatic aspects, rather than entirely realist, but where this effort could have fallen flat as underwhelming and too carried away with its uniqueness, like so many other meditative dramas you find at Cannes, inspiration behind restrained artistry proves to be compelling enough to make this film a reward one.

When the final stroke comes, you're left with a portrait of Vincent van Gogh that stands to take more time with immediate development, and less time meditating on excess material that is made all the worse by a somewhat dryly slow atmospheric pacing, and sparks the repetition that could have driven the final product into underwhelmingness, but is ultimately battled back enough to keep you compelled, because whether it be spawned from such ever so rare atmospheric compliments as lovely music, or spawned from inspired writing, direction and writing that bring an intriguingly worthy story to life, there is enough kick to engagement value to make Maurice Pialat's "Van Gogh" a surprisingly consistently engaging realist drama that may have its natural shortcomings, but ultimately stands as worth watching.

3/5 - Good
½ December 29, 2011
Un film original et un peu ennuyeux, complexe dans son objectif et inegal dans son interpretation (certains des acteurs meriteraient quelques cours de diction), qui tente de comprendre les origines de la longue souffrance de Vincent. L'artiste est presente tour a tour comme un etre detache et sur de lui, une ame sensible et blessee, un genie incompris mais revolte. Les bons services de la tres belle Elsa Zylberstein (23 ans a l'epoque du tournage) et l'amour d'Alexandra London ne changeront rien au destin terrible auquel il s'est resolu.
November 15, 2011
didn't he cut off his ear????
March 6, 2010
Biographical movie based in the last two months of life of Vincent Van Gogh.
This is a film that can be called fairly grand cinema. All of it has been beautifully photographed catching the bright sun light of France.
Most of the scenes have been thought as a paintings of the same period, every single frame is a piece of art: the river scenes remind you of Monet, the brothels of Toulouse-Lautrec, the everyday routines of Degas, the agricultural moments of Millet and the cafe scenes of Renoir. In this sense the film is global, it is about Van Goght's life and about late XIX century painting. So, if you love art, you are going to love this movie. If you like action you might get disappointed. It is a french film after all, so expect lots of talking and eating, and in this case lots of dancing and singing as well.
The movie is brilliantly directed and acted, besides the costumes and the atmosphere of the homes, the household goods, the furniture are simply fantastic, the whole of it has been thoroghly researched and feels real and truthful.
A word of warning, if you like Van Gogh you might want to stay clear of this picture. Towards the end you might reach the conclusion that he was not the kindest person ever, he was a drunk, a craddle snatcher, a rake, a rude person and, in short, a bit of an a*****e. This adjective is also extendable to the other male characters, including Theo and dr. Gatchet. Females get partially excused because they mostly suffer the consequences of the mistakes of the men. In that sense the movie depicts a very grim picture of family life at the time.
To me, the weak part of the movie was the information gaps, V. Gogh's illness goes practically unnoticed and it does not explain why he kills himself, the suicide scene is not shown and some characters are introduced whitout explanation of who they are like Katye and her male friend. But, on the whole, this is a very accomplished piece of cinema and a gem for art lovers.
January 18, 2010
Every scene in the movie is as if a Van Gogh's painting, so well executed and beautifully arranged from the brothels, Bohemian cafes to the yellow fields...

"I've worked harder and got better but nothing I've worked on is important..." The man said he doesn't paint water because it is so fluid and hard to capture the reflection...

The story only covers the last few months before his death, a period of great activity, although I missed my favourite Starry Nights :)
January 4, 2010
An account of the last two months of Van Gogh's life. I love his work, but I don't know much about the man. I'm sure most of this film is fictionalized, but I found it didn't matter to me. It steers clear of all the usual biopic trappings, and thankfully isn't another portrait of an artist as a deranged lunatic. There are some histrionics, and these tend to be the weakest moments of the movie, but fortunately it only happens a couple of times. Instead, Pialat manages to capture the complexity of his character in light, subtle strokes. The word that kept coming to mind was "naturalistic": the pacing, mood, scenarios, lighting and performances. Jacques Dutronc is superb in the lead, and the rest of the cast is splendid as well. Everything just seemed flow naturally, without blatantly steering the narrative towards its foregone conclusion. I really enjoyed it. Between this and L'Enfance Nue, Pialat has made up for the dismal A Nos Amours.
½ December 13, 2009
great lead, i loved the fact that the movie concentrated on the life of van gogh as opposed to exalting his fame and glory, reminds one that even the greats are human after all
June 5, 2009
Personal life. me quede con las ganas de ver su Arte... su percepcion... i dont know. desilusion. muy larga y aburrida. sorry
½ May 4, 2009
The worst film ever.
Badly scripted
Badly edited
Badly acted
Slower than pedestrian pace.
I want my two and a half hours back!
½ April 1, 2009
Voila Pialat qui touche juste. Dutronc extra en Vincent Van Gogh. Une belle et emouvante tranche de vie.
½ March 25, 2009
Voila un excellent Pialat (j'aime aussi "l'enfance nue") sur le séjour du grand peintre chez le docteur Gachet a la fin de sa vie. Le contraire d'un film historique, plutot une tranche de vie superbement interpretee par Dutronc. Pialat est un tres grand, on l'oublie trop souvent.
March 15, 2009
L'artiste, non pas dans le monde, mais face a lui.
March 14, 2009
a brilliant Van Gogh movie. Why? Well, it's because this movie (more than any Impressionist period piece I've watched) really captures the easy morality of the time. Far exceeds the over-dramatic and contrived Kirk Douglas effort of Hollywood to capture 'the life of the artist'. Superbly realised and believable.
½ March 11, 2009
Le projet de Pialat en filmant une nouvelle biographie de Van Gogh s'oppose a celui de Minnelli dans "La vie passionnée de Vincent van Gogh" : filmer le reel au sein d'une representation hyper-codifiee alors que Minnelli filmait la peinture au sein d'une biographie hyper-codifiee. Car ce n'est pas tant l'artiste que sa douleur qui interesse Pialat, son immense solitude qu'il voudrait briser mais qu'il conserve en se refusant aux sentiments quels qu'ils soient. Par "reel", Pialat entend la vie de tous les jours, et ses details anecdotiques : une bonne dont le fils est mort a La Commune de Paris, une descente dans un bordel, un dimanche apres-midi au bord de l'eau... Images magnifiques, hommage sincere, Pialat fait de ce film d'apparence grand public une oeuvre qui lui est propre, presque intimiste. Dommage que le film se train un peu en longueur, surtout lors de la sequence du bordel, certes hommage a John Ford mais qui denote du reste du film et dure bien trop longtemps (20 minutes, soit un 7eme du film !). Une citation de la fille de Gachet defini bien Van Gogh, et semble pouvoir s'appliquer au film : "C'est une succession de moments de faiblesse. Mais au bout, quelle force."
½ January 29, 2009
i'm not sure why so many people say that it's slow or drags on... it's long, but i was interested the whole time. maybe they've never seen a french film, or don't have any patience.
½ December 28, 2008
Dutronc, of course !!!
October 26, 2008
The film make VG out to be a fairly dull fellow--and maybe he was--cinematography and acting were fine...film was just a bit dull in character development and plot.
Page 1 of 2