Control ends up being just another portrait of a self-destructive genius, albeit one as compelling and cryptic as Curtis himself.

Expressively shot in black-and-white, the film lends an understated beauty to the Victorian backstreets of Macclesfield.

Ian's trapped between insurrection and guilt, and so is Corbijn's film which mires itself in the artist's bourgeoisie dramas without figuring out how they influenced his music.

An impressive debut from a filmmaker who knew the band, the geographic and cultural milieu, and most of all: the man at the center of the maelstrom.