A dreary film, cinematically: all sepia and mud-colours. I own rare Goya print, and there is more power and passion within that small frame than in this entire film. That's not to take away from the honest acting, but this movie told me no more about Goya, the man, the artist, than I've derived from my university art history books. The pacing was, I suppose, in the European tradition, naturally s... l... o... w, and I would have enjoyed the movie more, I suppose, if the dozing patron behind me hadn't snored so loud. Sigh. For the hard-core.

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