I'm a huge Ken Russell fan, but this one is just a disaster, the movie is filled with Russell's trademark sumptuous visuals, but the main character spends the entire movie shrieking artistic clichés. The magic of Ken Russell is that he transports you to his own romantic view of the world, where the artist struggles to transcend the banalities of everyday life. But in this case it just falls flat, maybe if Oliver Reed had been cast as the main character, he would have lent the movie some of his characteristic intensity, but as it stands, the main character is woefully miscast. Not a patch on Song of Summer or Women in Love.
Review of Savage Messiah
