Last Call

I can go dark. I don't mind sadness. But, give me a reason . The metier of this film is the towering performance of Rhys Ifans as the poet Dylan Thomas. It would not be out of step to call it the entire film. The rest just window dressing. It's not that the performances are bad, it just that this movie wallows in its own obscurity. We have no reason to care about our characters, let alone it's protagonist. It's attempts at humor, it's attempt at being abstract and art house fall away. We're left with a depressing jumble of sound bytes. To it's credit, much of the monochrome photography is excellent, and gives it a period elegance. Perhaps, if you're a Thomas expert, this will already speak to you; but, if you want to know the man, this is not the place to start.