Edvard Munch

“Illness, insanity and death were the black angels that keept watch over my cradle and accompanied me all of my life.” Letterboxd’s error makes me can’t made this review :( 😡 I always adoring Edvard Munch’s arts and finally I can watch his semi-biopic movie 🎨 Let’s deep dive into his personal life! director Peter Watkins blurs the line between biography and memory, crafting something that feels intimate yet unsettlingly raw in this movie. watching it feels like standing inside Munch’s mind as his art takes shape, his pain into brushstrokes of anguish and desire starting in late 19th-century Norway, Edvard Munch (played by Geir Westby) follows the lonely life of the young artist as he navigates illness, loss, and forbidden love. haunted by the early death of his mother and sister, Munch shares his grief into art that challenges the moral and social boundaries of his time, and his affair with a married woman deepens his sense of guilt and isolation, feeding the intensity that would later define his work as the years unfold, we see Munch’s world through Watkins’ almost documentary-like lens with an intimate close-ups, direct-to-camera confessions, and scenes that feel more like memories than history. then we watch an artist shaped and scarred by passion and loneliness. by the end, Edvard Munch isn’t just the portrait of a painter, but it’s the portrait of what it costs to create something true i love when people like this movie and gave big ratings (agree with that 😉) and i know it’s not an easy watch. the pace is slow, painful, even claustrophobic at times but that’s what makes it so human 🤍 p.s. big thanks to Rocky for the amazing review for this movie!