the movie is a crazy-quilt slideshow of images, memories, and hallucinations; when Rhys Ifans reads Thomas's work at the microphone, all the stuff everyone says about him comes to life -- as genius leaps off the page
the effect is predictably striking from a visual perspective but emotionally hollow; even Ifans, is playing to the rafters in what is overall a brutally self-indulgent portrait of the artist as a man hastening the inevitable end of his downward spiral
Review rate : C-by Frank Swietek[One Guy's Opinion ]
Rhys Ifans offers a haunting portrayal of a tortured soul consumed by addiction; Thomas aficionados might appreciate this gimmicky portrait, although outsiders might not want to wallow in his misery
by Jeffrey M. Anderson [Combustible Selluloid ]
