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There is nothing I can write here that hasn't been written before about this film. A masterpiece. A seemingly 'dull' film. A brave and courageous final farewell from a great man.

Art for Arts Sake? Ars Gratia Artis? No. Absolutely not. This is a film made by a dying man while practically on his deathbed. His sight robbed of him, what more could an experimental film-maker do?

A powerful script telling of his life ('I'm sitting in a cafe....'), the things around him (the cyclist who nearly knocks him over to then hurl abuse at him), his lifestyle (I am a cock sucking straight acting lesbian man, I am a not-gay).

Jarman's Voice Over is the most provocative text about one's own death I know of. Of course, he knew he was dying. His doctors told him he was dying. He goes into graphic details of his medications, his symptoms, his pains. Never again can a film maker describe their own death in such a way, Jarman has done it and done it brilliantly.

The Blueness also plays a part. After a few minutes I felt angry, annoyed at having to stare at a screen of blue. I tried looking at the floor, closing my eyes, anything to avoid the blue. But I kept looking back.

A Masterpiece. Simple as that.

I completely agree with the previous guy. This movie is truly awful. DON'T WATCH IT. I don't care how much work the film makers put in, how much love and effort some poor guy spent getting to fulfill his dream of being a film maker. He should go back to working in McDonalds. No work was put in. OK, so picture quality is poor because its a cheap production, fine. But that's no excuse for not having a mic anywhere near your actors. Or not having any idea what the shots will look like. Or having the worst script ever conceived. The idiot that paid for this film should be paraded with a big sign saying: 'Hey everyone! I give free money away! Ask me for it!' so we can all go and make better movies than this one. Unbelievable.