Mr. Turner is a film about the last quarter century of the great, if eccentric, British painter, J.M.W. Turner’s life.
Is a long, drawn out film and I did find myself quite bored. And this is not to say that I find films about painters uninteresting. It’s just how this film was portrayed was yawn worthy. And so were the performances, which seemed a tad overacted. Especially in Mr. Turner’s wife.
Throughout the majority of the film, it was so silent that you could hear a pin drop. To be honest, I thought there was something wrong with the sound but it was just how it was sound designed.
The best part of the film was the cinematography. The cinematography was beautiful and was all deserving of the Oscar nomination. It captured the amazing scenes and put Turner in his paintings before he painted them. And it also captured the scenery that Turner himself was trying to paint.
But for me, at least, all the film does is give a window into his life. And this doesn’t exactly tell a story. They are just windows that don’t hint at a broader life as they just give you a description of him. Many, from what I’ve read, forgive the lack of much of a story but the audience is quite in expecting something more. And because of this, it left the film quite empty.
There can’t be much of any story to spoil for this film as there is literally nothing to spoil. It’s an opportunity lost of unrealised potential.