Last night I saw The Picture of Dorian Gray with five friends at the Odeon Leicester Square. The audience was mainly very quiet and laughed occasionally at two or three very funny lines. I saw four people leave.
The film was very stylish. There were endless references to contemporary art: I really enjoyed the epigrams (Richard Long), the neon sculptures (Tracy Emin and Dan Flavin) and I think a reference to Sylvie Fleury. It really was a visual treat.
As I sat there the film made me feel very uncomfortable. Personally I don't think that it was an entirely appropriate film for the last night of the London Lesbian and Gay film festival. The attendant party crowd was eager to get to the last night do at the BFI and drink free champagne and very understandably so after a long festival.
Dorian as played by David Gallagher was excellent; Christian Camargo who plays Wooten was very well acted. Basil Hallward tended to whine. As uncomfortable as this film made me feel I was compelled to sit and watch it to the very end. There were moments of real cinematic genius-largely during the second half. I kept thinking that the look of the film was beautiful-the colors extraordinary. The split screen devices used occasionally worked very well and seamlessly referencing Gilbert and George.
Consequently I have awarded the film ten out of ten for style, music choices, and production values and for some of the performances. Taking a classic tale and reworking it was a dangerous idea but for sheer audacity I think that Duncan Roy has made a stab in the right direction. On the way over to the BFI my friends passionately discussed the film-we were pretty evenly divided between those of us who really loved it and those of us who either didn't get it or did not bother to try. We all agreed that we loved the color of the film and especially the use of music.
If anything the vapid, vacuous nature of the characters bound up in this slight story added rather than detracted from the film. Wilde caused a bit of the same negative reaction when he published his book. Sadly I know rather too many people like the ones I saw up on the screen on Wednesday night.
A day has since past and I am still thinking about Dorian Gray. The film leaves something indelible-both good and bad in the memory-it is never, ever dull.
