Vincent et moi

What a wonderful film to introduce children to the world of art. Nina Petronzio is a doll and really connects to young viewers who may otherwise be bored by a film like this. My children watch this film regularly and have since developed a love for artwork, particularly Vincent Van Gogh. Where normal "art driven" films are either documentaries or mature subject matter, this film and the actors really connect to both adult viewers, art experts, and children. I can't say enough about this film and the performances and wish that there would be more films like this to choose from when picking material for my entire family to enjoy. Does anyone else out there have other suggestions? Would love to hear.

Actually, I own the Starry Night reproduction painting with Jo's airplane in it - a gift I recd from Michael Rubbo many years ago. The film is truly great, and the painting treasured. I don't want to be a spoiler, but I suspect we haven't heard the last of Jo yet! I know Michael has been toying with the idea for sometime - perhaps supportive fans could encourage him further. The story of the paintings is funny - someone was hired to do them, initially, but did such a poor job of it Michael became frustrated and decided to do them himself. He has since painted many works of art, and is as well known for his paintings as his films. For a long time, he also did reproductions of Monet, and others. Very talented man. Michael is now back in Australia, I understand - but has contributed greatly to Canada's film heritage.

Gosh, I love this movie. Perhaps I'm biased because my sister and I have been watching it for years, so there's some sentimental value, but it also led to an eventual fascination with and interest in Vincent Van Gogh and more art besides. It even taught me some basic French (I have the English version of the movie).

This is absolute mindless drivel. Vincent et moi ranks up there with the most horrible creations that film has ever been wasted on. The thing that really drags this movie down is the appearance of Christopher Forrest. Its obvious why he was never in another movie. Im sure hes embarrassed at this pathetic attempt. The plot is paper thin and if anything, makes you have less respect for Vincent Van Gogh. I would imagine that the posters who liked this were somehow involved with the film. This effectively ended the careers of all involved. Most don't expect much from Canadian films but this is truly cinema at a new low.