The story of John Wilmot, a.k.a. the Earl of Rochester, a 17th century poet who famously drank and debauched his way to an early grave, only to earn posthumous critical acclaim for his life's work.
The point seems to be that too much of a good thing leads to a vast sense of nothingness and bleak cinematography. Alas, it also results in transforming a film about a sensualist into a remarkably sexless enterprise.
– Neva Chonin,
San Francisco Chronicle,
10 Mar 2006
rotten:
As the character grows sicker and quieter, the drama's energy fades.
– Moira MacDonald,
Seattle Times,
10 Mar 2006
rotten:
What emerges from the bilious murk of first-time director Laurence Dunmore's film is a sad picture of an intelligent and talented writer who opted for self-indulgence and gratuitous insult over anything more meaningful.
– Peter Howell,
Toronto Star,
10 Mar 2006
rotten:
[Director] Dunmore creates a memorably grimy London, but the moral grime covering the film proves less memorable.