Found this documentary on Netflix Instantly. After receiving the feelings of curiosity, I clicked on it and watched. With permission of the Musee D’orsay and the Van Gogh Museum, filmmaker Francois Bertrand shot a 39 minute film of the artist’s art and the places he visited and painted. To top this all off, a narrator with a thick French accent plays the part of Vincent commenting on his fame and telling his life. That part? Does not come out well. If they wanted to make a documentary on how people take care of the Post-Impressionism’s work, then they should have done that. If they wanted to have Van Gogh speak for himself, then have someone narrate his letters. This combination just makes this documentary a slight mess. With footage of the director shooting places and paintings, it felt less about Van Gogh and more about him and his crew. It felt out-of-place.
On the other hand, they created very pretty footage. The sweeping grandeur of the locations that inspired the Dutch painter exudes a haunting, sacred quality. I felt as if I walked in Van Gogh’s footsteps. Not to mention the cool up close shots of his paintings. I loved seeing the thick paint that accented the artist’s unique style. Finally, his suicide never fails to tug at the heartstrings. The narrator captured it so well that I felt a little misty eyed from listening to a man crushed by loneliness.