Self Indulgent C**p
..and I've seen some in my time, but this about takes the biscuit. They did show some sort of feeble disclaimer right at the start about the paintings not being real, and it all being fictitious, etc., but even so it was utter tripe. It was all early 20th c Parisian "Oh look at us, we're all struggling fantastically talented cutting edge artists, being frightfully brave and poor and hungry, living like pigs and despising everyone while making a practise of seducing the daughters of the bore-zwa-see" and it didn't even have the music of Puccini to make it bearable..and if I never hear/see another reference to fat Gertrude Stein again it'll be too soon. Many's the matinee I have been forced in support of arty farty acquaintances to endure off off B/way of Stein's shows, you know the one where someone wanders around the stage whining "Cut wood, cut wood' endlessly. If you get cornered, take a valium before you go. And I couldn't get the notion of The Mummy out of my head every time I saw that little stumpy guy who was playing Picasso - he was never that short, I bet.
What was GArcia thinking?? Must have needed the money, I guess..and Capaldi's accent - come back, Dick Van Dyke, all is forgiven. Well, anyway - them's my thoughts, for what they're worth - sorry to all you art fans out there.