Mr Malkovich what has happened to you?? Going from being one of my favourite actors who can portray an array of interesting parts he's commited film suicide by appearing in this as Gustave Klimt, the Austrian artist who can think of nothing nicer than painting women naked. All the time. Nothing much happens in this film, and everything is weirdly disjointed and doesn't make any sense. Nothing arty about it really, it's just a mess, and John Malkovich is dreadful. I'm still interested in Mr Klimt but not so much in the actor who portrayed him anymore.
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