If you saw Almost Famous, you've seen this movie. That's it. It's a tedious story told through the eyes of a young and beautiful artistic ingenue, dazzled by sordid drama and high camp of the tortured artist and his entourage and the soul crush of the business behind art. And you've seen it before, the scenes of the beautiful people writhing in soft focus dance, the artist posed before his work in moments of deeply mysterious contemplation. And because this is just a sloppy mess, it comes across as millenial era creatives filming pretty people romping through a designer wardrobe closet from the 1970's, playing dressup in pretty clothes as if it recreates something meaningful. A boring derivative costume drama about an eccentric surrealist. A most complete package of missed opportunities in story telling and performing, The cast used as props.
Review of Daliland
