Review of The Burnt Orange Heresy

This is the story of a con-man who goes way over the line to insure his legacy as a great art critic. I realized that James Figueras' (Claes Bang) scheme would go up in flames (not meant to be a pun), as soon as Berenice Hollis (Elizabeth Debicki) showed him her burnt orange fingertip. With her print now in the phony Jerome Debney (Donald Sutherland) painting, the ruse would eventually unravel, and it was uncanny how many patrons at Joseph Cassidy's (Mick Jagger) gallery exhibition would chime in with oblique references to his murder of Berenice and the provenance of the painting. How could they know? Because what could have been devised as a challenging caper flick fell apart under the extremely misguided plan set in motion when Figueras decided to steal a blank canvas and torch the Debney cottage. Even the unfortunate Debney had the foresight to have an envelope full of dead flies delivered to the murderer before he died. What I can't figure out is why Berenice didn't make a hasty beeline away from Figueras after the first time he tried to kill her; she insured her demise by taunting him as he was trying to decide what his next move would be. Foolish girl. Figueras had to know the jig was up when Cassidy, at the gallery showing, mentioned that the missing young woman would probably float into view some day. What Figueras couldn't know was that the only piece of Debney art in the entire world was now sitting in Berenice's home back in Minnesota, perhaps never to be admired or celebrated as a one of a kind. The ambiguous ending of the picture leaves it up to the viewer to decide how exactly justice would seek out the malevolent James Figueras, but one thing is certain, his face would never appear on the cover of a Rolling Stone.