Four of Them

-The affair between Arthur Rimbaud (Leonardo DiCaprio) and Paul Verlaine (David Thewlis).

-What a silly movie. Neither good nor bad, just silly. I'm not just talking about the curiously anochronistic vocal stylings of the cast, in which you've got uber-American-sounding DiCaprio and English Thewlis against the French actors and actors about them, all speaking English to the point that I was somewhat taken aback when someone'll mention that, hey, we're in Brussels. It's Thewlis's weird performance of lip-smacking and whining, DiCaprio's somewhat good, maybe his most interesting, acting that, nonetheless, cannot make the more Rimbaudian language sound less ridiculous out of his mouth, like a high school junior forced to recite from the textbook in front of the class.

-Also, this is the movie where DiCaprio still looked, like, twelve. So, in the end, seeing his get down with an Eithiopian (back when Ethiopia was called something else) woman, in this little mustache to signify age, I laughed. The. Entire. Time.

-Some excellent score, but overall, it's just...silly.