Il ritratto di Dorian Gray

Based on a story by Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray tells the story of a man that sells his soul for eternal youth. After having his portrait done, Dorian Gray, under the influence of the eloquent Lord Henry Wotton, wishes for the picture to age instead of him so that he may be blessed with eternal youth. After the death of his wife-to-be, Dorian embarks on a life of pleasure and sins, which don't affect the man in the slightest, but leaves it mark on the portrait which descends into a horrid impression of the handsome young man it's portraying...

This film is fantastically well put together. The acting, directing and writing are all stellar, which make this film one pleasant viewing indeed. The real plaudits for this movie, however, go to the writer of the original novel; Oscar Wilde. The story itself is ingenious. Of course, the idea of selling one's soul had been done before (the German legend, Faust, springs to mind instantly), but never in this way. The portrait itself is a genius idea and it allows us to see the man and the sin as different things. However, through it's ending; it also allows the audience to see that the two are linked, and overall giving a good commentary on body, soul and sin. The story has obvious themes of vanity and the lust for eternal youth entwined within it, both of which are sins in themselves. The main character of Dorian Gray is a man that is a victim of influence, and we can feel for him in that way; but he's also an ugly sinner on the inside, making the audience hate him. This is a strange situation for an audience to be in, and in the end; all that's left for him is indifference.

The film moves slowly, but this is definitely to it's advantage as it allows us to get to know the characters, and if it wasn't for that the horror wouldn't be able to work as it needs our emotional impact to function. The horror in the story is rather subdued, but this is one of the most horrific tales ever told. I think most people will agree that this kind of horror - the brooding, personal kind - is much more horrifying than anything that men with knives and any amount of jumpy moments can muster.

Like 'The Importance of Being Earnest', Oscar Wilde's only novel 'The Picture of Dorian Grey' is one of his most famous works for very good reason. It is philosophical essentially in nature, but also very chilling, dripping in atmosphere and full of Wilde's sparkling wit.

This 1945 film adaptation had so much going for it, with the involvement of great actors like George Sanders and Angela Lansbury for one thing. 72 years on, it's still one of the best overall versions of 'The Picture of Dorian Grey' there is/. Surprisingly, for film adaptations of classic literature made in the "classic era" it's pretty faithful, but 'The Picture of Dorian Grey' (1945) is actually even more successful on its own terms.

It may not be flawless, but it comes close. Donna Reed's character feels very tacked on and Reed, despite looking radiant, looks, sounds and acts out of place. Peter Lawford, in an admittedly limited role, spends his entire screen time looking bewildered and like he had little idea what to do with what he had.

Don't on the other hand let the pacing put you off. It is deliberate and measured, but to me it was never dull or too slow. The atmosphere, the performances and Wilde's dialogue were instrumental in making the film compelling and they shine brilliantly.

Visually, 'The Picture of Dorian Grey' (1945) is notably striking. As elegant as the costumes are, how classy and moodily atmospheric the lighting is and how sumptuous the Gothic set design is, it's the outstanding cinematography (that enhances everything so much) that's the star. The music score is resolutely haunting, also with inspired use of Beethoven, Mozart and Chopin, and the direction has immense sophisticated style.

Wilde's writing shines firmly to the fore as one would expect, some great lines that have full impact. Even with more measured pacing, the storytelling is rich in chilling atmosphere and class with the impact of the portrait having a truly startling effect.

All the acting is very strong and one of 'The Picture of Dorian Grey's' best elements. Sanders has the best lines (classic Wilde witticisms and cynical but witty observations) and the most interesting character (like a human Mephistopheles Oscar Wilde-style), and Sanders' performance is very like his Oscar-winning performance in 'All About Eve' five years later, a once in a lifetime role that he was born to play and it is difficult to imagine anybody else deliver those lines the way Sanders did so effortlessly. Lansbury is both chirpy and touching, plus she has rarely looked so young or more beautiful, her rendition of "Good Bye Little Yellow Bird" wrenches the heart also.

Hurd Hartfield's muted performance may be unimpressive or controversial, and it is easy to overlook him in favour of the juicier supporting roles. To me though, the mute inexpressive quality of his acting added quite vastly to the deceptively chilling nature of the role itself. Lowell Gilmore also stands out.

Overall, a near classic and one of the better film adaptations of Wilde's work, if one is looking for elegance, atmosphere and great production values, writing and performances look no further. 9/10 Bethany Cox

The key word for this movie is elegance. The cast move through sumptuous sets with the males dressed in immaculately tailored dress suits and the women exquisitely gowned. It seems that all the aristocrats lived in homes the size of Buckingham palace with high ceilinged rooms and magnificent staircases. They exchange Oscar Wilde epigrams in the cultured tones of the British upper classes.

Some great performances. Hurd Hatfield, an extremely handsome actor with a limited range ,gives the best one of his career as does George Sanders as the cynical Lord Henry Wotton, and a young Angela Lansbury is very moving (especially when she sings "The Little Yellow Bird").

One (very small) criticism. The color shots of the Dorian Gray portrait showing his degradation don't match the high standards of the rest of the design, they look more like pages from a horror comic. I think the producer's, with their obviously high budget, could have used a more imaginative artist.

As I say a small criticism. This a great film of psychological horror.

It's hard to say what it is about "The Picture of Dorian Gray" that I enjoyed so much, but I did like it. Hurd Hatfield at first seems miscast and ineffective as the titular character, but somewhere around the one hour mark, his one and only expression begins to grow on you until you feel just as unnerved by his presence as those who come in contact with him in the story. George Sanders--from what I've seen--played one character his enter career but played it so well, and his performance in this film is no exception. Angela Lansbury is surprisingly sympathetic as the sad and timid singer. The only one in the cast who really doesn't work is Donna Reed. Her character feels tacked on, and she isn't allowed to do much but look faithful and beautiful.

The film is shot wonderfully, and Harry Stradling's cinematography gives the East End scenes a dark, atmospheric counter balance to the rather plain and flat interiors of Dorian's home. The swinging lamp was a nice touch and reminded me of "Psycho"'s finale.

I suppose my only criticism is toward the end, the story introduced one or two characters without giving them proper context or background (I'm thinking of the Allen Campbell character). I'm assuming Dorian "convinces" him to take part in his plans because of some sort past homosexual tryst, but it seemed unfair to bring him in they way he was, have him serve the role he does, and then disappear so quickly without explanation. And speaking of suggested themes: Is it just me, or could you make an argument that Dorian is Jack the Ripper? Maybe it's actually pretty obvious or maybe I'm just interpreting too much into the story, but that's what I got out of it.

P.S. I had the opportunity to see the actual painting from the film during an Ivan Albright exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in 1997. It's even more gruesome in person.

Elegant, atmospheric and measured. I suppose anyone brought up on fin de siecle Hollywood would interpret that as `slow and boring'. But this was Hollywood tackling an intellectual piece with, well, intellect. I must confess that the thought of a 1945 Hollywood attempt at Oscar Wilde did not appeal. Memories of one or two previous efforts at English literary classics set alarm bells ringing. But this was in a class of its own. Beautifully photographed in black and white, apart from a couple shots of the painting itself, the aesthetics shimmer.

I wasn't that convinced about some of the London scenes, especially the low-life portrayal of the East End. The opium den and the `Two Turtles', where Gray first meets Sibyl Vane, look rather too genteel. Compare this view of such places with those created by David Lean, just a couple of years later, in `Oliver Twist'. And this, in a sense, detracts from the depths to which Gray descends in order to be forever youthful and live life with scant regard for others. And in many years of watching BBC Victorian costume dramas I don't recall seeing such outfits on the backs of London's society ladies! However some of the other detail is first class. In particular Sir Thomas's decision to remain at table (`never could resist Aunt Agatha's quails') in spite of Lord Henry's outrageous comments rings true through to today. As the script had it `think like a Liberal, eat like a Tory'.

The acting is excellent with Hurd Hatfield's portrayal quite remarkable in that he wears the same expression virtually throughout, in order, no doubt, to conceal his true emotions. George Sanders, as Lord Henry, steals every scene he's in thanks to a rapid delivery of Wilde's witticisms that would have Groucho Marx and Woody Allen in awe. Angela Lansbury is, perhaps, a little too demure for a theatrical singer from the East End but, no doubt, this was a result of director's orders.

Essential viewing for anyone interested in the history of film.