By way of summary it should suffice if I declare that the film Lust for Life is monstrously inept. Its account -- no warmer word is appropriate -- of the life and art of one Vincent Van Gogh is not so much wrong as it is wrong-headed -- or wrong-hearted.

...here it feels more than right to leave that work to Douglas. And it's precisely that kind of measure and reserve that makes Minnelli a realist artist himself — albeit a realist of a different kind.

I cannot say much that is positive... The worst is avoided here, yes, but can we say that the image offered of van Gogh and his life is designed to enlighten us both about his work in particular and about the problems of artistic creation in general?

A visually gorgeous telling of Van Gogh's story told by two extraordinary performances from Quinn and Douglas. Successfully balances the chaotic mentally unstable circumstances from Van Gogh with its peaceful scenery.