Colour Me Kubrick (2005)

Very very predictable, including the post credit scene !!!

It is a performances centric movie

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

Actress is magnificent and exudes a hypnotic screen presence in this affecting drama.

This is an ugly little film in every respect. Story and character, execution and performance are all unpleasantly displayed in a film that remains leaden from start to finish.It opens abruptly with Alan Conway, an alcoholic, fashion challenged gay man assuming the identity of uber famous but reclusive director Stanley Kubrick. This masquerade manages to induce drink, entry, money and sex from awestruck strangers. He's fortunate most of the time not to be exposed since he's done little research to pull off his deceptions and in one instance is unmasked when he accepts credit for a film most people know he didn't make.As the dissolute Conway, John Malkovich is too affected to be effective. His over the top flaming performance borders on a nauseating stereotype. It's as if he is an outrageously gay man being John Malkovich.The one lone conceit that shows a semblance of some wit in this film is the utilization of Kubrick's famous scores to accompany Conway on his journey. It's fun, a moment of light parody that is quickly buried under the mean spirited actions of the lead and misery of his powerless victims that permeates this unctuous work.

I rented this movie tonight and after twenty minutes, my wife began washing dishes. Fifty minutes in and I was playing games on my cell. This movie has nothing to do with Stanley Kubrick so if you're intrigued because you are a Kubrick fan, don't waste your time. Looking at Brian Cook's resume, it seems like he was Kubrick's long time assistant director. Obviously he wasn't paying attention. Some of the compositions look very ameteurish, straight out of film school (characters placed in the middle of the frame, staring directly at the camera). Worst of all, the film gave no insight into Alan Conway and why he was doing the things he was doing. The dialogue is painfully self-conscious. Everybody in this film is completely aware there are in a film. Nobody acts like a real person. Even John Malkovich's performance (which others are praising) is very over the top, with an ounce of subtlety. Stay away...

I saw the trailer for this twice in a theater, and was truly underwhelmed. Although I LOVE Kubrick, and I read the original article over ten years ago, the trailer turned me off, so much so, I had no desire to see the film. It opened and closed in Los Angeles, one theater, one week, which is not a good omen. Then I rent it,,,,,,,,,, IT"S GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's a really funny, very clever film, about how people would want to believe this guy, and do anything to get close to him, all because they love Kubrick and his films. I've read some really nasty criticisms, that make no sense to me. No, there's no explosions, no special effects, no incredible fight scenes, no car chase, there's just a wonderful little story based on real life, that's great. RENT THIS,,,,,,OR BUY IT!!!!!!

Lovingly created by two of master director Stanley Kubrick's former assistants, this fractured homage to his psychopathic imitator serves only as a mild distraction against the more frivolous and unnecessary repetition that robs the film of it's potential charm and inherent cult status. Director Brian W. Cook and writer Anthony Frewin's obvious affinity to the iconic British filmmaker, assisting on a few of the legend's more successful shoots, presents this unique, but ultimately irrelevant comedy that in it's warped way pays homage to Kubrick by tracing some of the insane steps one Alan Conway underwent in order to continue his diluted assumption that he was in fact, the genius movie titan.While certainly a fun enough premise that should seem increasingly apparent to film buffs, Color Me Kubrick is simply too shallow of an affair to remain anything more then an absorbed and indulgent piece of acting by our lead, the hammy John Malkovich. It is in the excess artsy-ness of Malkovich's repeated ranting and chanting that any focus the slightly disturbing concept holds falls hopelessly by the wayside of egotistical posturing with little to no redeeming psychological qualities. Instead of a fascinating, colorful character study that could have simultaneously addressed issues of alienation and identity while entertaining insider crowds with the delightful scenarios, all too quickly becomes a cheap exercise in Malkovich's continually cheapened theatrics, changing his character's persona and accent as many times as he must have thought viewers would find it clever. It is not. Instead the empty scenes often wallow in a shameless, vacant sort of charisma, masking behind this character's apparent intelligence and wit.There are a few memorable moments, but primarily the pacing, script and performances all point in a direction that will help dismantle anything good that the movie has going for it with a heavy promotion of style over substance. Malkovich will always remain an assured performer, though as the years go by the arrogance in defining his line deliveries have become increasingly apparent, culminating in this shoddy character study.