Mr. Turner

I regret not liking Mr Turner. I’m afraid I regret having seen Mr Turner.

I was really looking forward to this film. It was the first film I’d seen in the cinema since Boyhood in August this year. Furthermore, it was going to be the first film by Mike Leigh I’d ever seen. As I settled into my seat and the lights went down, I was expecting a dramatic, informative retelling of the story of one of the world’s greatest, most influential artists while remaining an artistic statement by an auteur director. What I got was a vague, dull, unfocused artistic mess.