I guess if you’re going to make a movie about Vermeer, you just naturally have to turn the entire production over to the cinematographer. And on the beautiful-lighting front, mission accomplished. This is a very pretty movie. It’s also a very dull movie. Not for the first time, we’re being treated to the tale of a brilliant man told from the perspective of one of his maids. Of course her life sucks. And of course the two develop an ambiguously sexual relationship. In other words, this is Mary Reilly with more painter and less monster. Mildly amusing
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