William Dafoe is amazing as always but the rest of the film feels like some high school emo fetishizing his idol by imagining a conversation of spirit between themselves but with limited vocabulary.

How to see and feel like Van Gogh.

Deep emotion, advanced consciousness, first-class performance. It's just that people with motion sickness have to bear with them.

The story of Van Gogh's life is probably well known as well, and it's still notoriously fraught with pain and depression. Dafoe's performance is ok. The cinematography is mixed, with some scenes reproducing van Gogh paintings and some close-ups of people with incomplete heads.

The world is really cruel to him, the only warmth is the elder brother, the support of relentlessness.