Directed by Derek Jarman and released in its home country of England in 1986.
Possibly one of the most ambitious films ever devised; just the idea of recreating such fine paintings and telling the story of one of the most elegant painters in the history of the art would make most buckle at the beginning but Derek Jarman, however, does not buckle. With this film he has produced such a beautifully dark film that, to the untrained eye, seems so incredibly pretentious but I can only disagree wholeheartedly with that statement.
The choice to move the action from Italy to England is an odd one, of course, but I think that that fact becomes irrelevant when you consider how beautiful the film is: the cinematography and the sets are just so exquisite and if the actors weren’t speaking in their typical British accents you’d be stunned to find out it was filmed in England.
Film as art, and art as film; Jarman transcends so many boundaries with this one, it truly is one of the defining achivements in cinematic history for me.